“I know,” said Billy shrilly, clapping his hands. “I’ve got it, I’ve got it. After he’s chucked his clothes overboard to-night, let him go overboard too, with a line.” “And tow him the rest o’ the way, and chuck biscuits to him, I suppose,” snarled Dan. “No,” said the youthful genius scornfully; “pretend he’s been upset from a boat, and has been swimming about, and we heard him cry out for help and rescued him.” “It’s about the best way out of it,” said Joe, after some deliberation; “it’s warm weather, and you won’t take no harm, mate. Do it in my watch, and I’ll pull you out directly.” “Wouldn’t it do if you just chucked a bucket of water over me and _said_ you’d pulled me out,” suggested the victim. “The other thing seems a downright _lie_.” “No,” said Billy authoritatively, “you’ve got to look half-drowned, and swallow a lot of water, and your eyes be all bloodshot.” Everybody being eager for the adventure, except Private Smith, the arrangements were at once concluded, and the approach of night impatiently awaited. It was just before midnight when Smith, who had forgotten for the time his troubles in sleep, was shaken into wakefulness. “Cold water, sir?” said Billy gleefully. In no mood for frivolity, Private Smith rose and followed the youth on deck. The air struck him as chill as he stood there; but, for all that, it was with a sense of relief that he saw Her Majesty’s uniform go over the side and sink into the dark water. “He don’t look much with his padding off, does he?” said Billy, who had been eyeing him critically. “You go below,” said Dan sharply. “Garn,” said Billy indignantly; “I want to see the fun as well as you do. I thought of it.” “Fun?” said the old man severely. “Fun? To see a feller creature suffering, and perhaps drowned—” “I don’t think I had better go,” said the victim; “it seems rather underhand.” “Yes, you will,” said Joe. “Wind this line round an’ round your arm, and just swim about gently till I pull you in.” Sorely against his inclination Private Smith took hold of the line, and, hanging over the side of the schooner, felt the temperature with his foot, and, slowly and tenderly, with many little gasps, committed his body to the deep. Joe paid out the line and waited, letting out more line, when the man in the water, who was getting anxious, started to come in hand over hand. “That’ll do,” said Dan at length. “I think it will,” said Joe, and, putting his hand to his mouth, gave a mighty shout. It was answered almost directly by startled roars from the cabin, and the skipper and mate came rushing hastily upon deck, to see the crew, in their sleeping gear, forming an excited group round Joe, and peering eagerly over the side. “What’s the matter?” demanded the skipper. “Somebody in the water, sir,” said Joe, relinquishing the wheel to one of the other seamen, and hauling in the line. “I heard a cry from the water and threw a line, and, by gum, I’ve hooked it!”