so, I would have climbed up to the hatch, or shoved it open. But nothing was at hand, and the opening was fully five feet above my head.
The air in the hold was stifling and soon I breathed with difficulty. I longed for a drink of water, and wondered how long I could stand being in the place should those on deck forget I was there.
But those on deck had not forgotten me, as I soon saw. Presently the hatch was raised, letting in a flood of sunshine, and then a man's head was bent low.
"Below there!" he called out.
"Let me out," I replied.
"Will you be easy if we do?" he went on.
"That all depends. Why was I brought on board?"
"Because you belong here."
"Belong here!" I ejaculated. "I don't belong to this vessel."
"Well, that's what I was told; I don't know anything about it myself. Here, catch the rope and I'll haul you up."
As the sailor spoke he lowered a piece of heavy rope. Thinking anything would be better than remaining in the hold, I complied with his request, and a moment later stood upon the deck of the vessel.
