lighthouse. Then a boat slid out through her gangway, and a couple of men plied the oars vigorously.
"Lighthouse ahoy!" roared one of them, as the boat came within hail. "What's amiss?"
"Harry Barnett has broke his leg," shouted the lighthouse keeper, "and he wants to know if Captain Mockett will give him a passage to Whitstable."
The boat turned back to the brig, and after a brief and bellowed consultation, once more pulled towards the lighthouse.
"Skipper says yus," roared the sailor, when he was within ear-shot, "and he says look alive, 'cause he don't want to miss his tide."
The injured man heaved a sigh of relief. "That's good news," said he, "though, how the blazes I'm going to get down the ladder is more than I can tell. What do you say, Jeffreys?"
"I say you'd better let me lower you with the tackle," replied Jeffreys. "You can sit in the bight of a rope and I'll give you a line to steady yourself with."
"Ah, that'll do, Tom," said Barnett; "but, for the Lord's sake, pay out the fall-rope gently."
The arrangements were made so quickly that by the time the boat was fast alongside everything was in readiness, and a minute later the injured man, dangling like a gigantic spider from
