“No,” she said. “Look out. I'll roll out.” In another two seconds she was sitting up among the crockery with her face deathly white against the bulkhead; she had fainted. There was a water-carafe on a bracket up above my head. I splashed her face with water from it till she rallied. She came to herself with a little hysterical laugh, at the very instant when something giving way aloft let the ship right herself again. “Hold on a minute,” I said. “Take this water. Now drink a little. I'll be back in a moment.” The ship was rolling drunkenly in the trough of the sea; but I made a nimble rush to the cabin, where the captain's cruet of brandy bottles still swung from a hook in the beams. I ran back to her with a bottle of brandy. There were a few unbroken mugs in the pantry, so I gave her a drink of brandy, which brought the colour back to her cheeks. While she sat there, in the mess of gear which slid about as the ship rolled, I got a good big jug of water from the scuttle-butt in the 'tweendecks. I nipped on deck with it to ask the mate for some balsam, an excellent cure for cuts which most sailors carry to sea with them. There was mess enough on deck in all conscience. I found the foretopmast gone over the side, in a tangle of torn rope at which all hands were furiously hacking. The mate was on the fo'c'sle hacking at some gear with a tomahawk. I did not see the captain. “Mr. mate,” I cried. “I want some balsam, quick.” “Get out of this,” he shouted. “Get out of this. I can't attend to your hurts. Don't come bothering here.” “It's for the lady,” I said, “the lady down below.” “In my chest. Look in my chest till,” he said. “Now stand dear. I've trouble enough without ladies in the case. Are you all clear, you, aft there?” “All gone here, sir,” the men shouted back. “Shall we sling a bowline over the foot?” “No,” he shouted. “Look out. She's going.” For just a second I saw the mass of spar all tangled up with sail rise up on a wave as it drifted past. I found myself wondering why we had all been in the shadow of death only a couple of minutes before. There was no thought of danger now. I ran below for the balsam, which I found without difficulty. CHAPTER XIV. A DRINK OF SHERBET