Said McCallum, very quiet and distinct: "There's somebody up there, sir. I saw him quite plain. He saw me. I called up. He called down. Says he, _'Don't you come up_!' and hang me if I'll stir a step for you or any other man to-night!" I never saw the face of any man alive go the turn that mate's face went. If he wouldn't have relished knocking the Scotchman dead before his eyes, I've lost my guess. Can't say what he would have done to the old fellow, if there'd been any time to lose. He'd the sense left to see there wasn't overmuch, so he orders out Bob Smart direct. Bob goes up steady, with a quid in his cheek and a cool eye. Half-way amid to'-sail and to'-gallant he stops, and down he comes, spinning. "Be drowned if there ain't!" said he. "He's sitting square upon the yard. I never see the boy Kentucky, if he isn't sitting on that yard. '_Don't you come up!_' he cries out,--'_don't you come up!_'" "Bob's drunk, and McCallum's a fool!" said Jim Welch, standing by. So Welch wolunteers up, and takes Jaloffe with him. They were a couple of the coolest hands aboard,--Welch and Jaloffe. So up they goes, and down they comes like the rest, by the back-stays, by the run. "He beckoned of me back!" says Welch. "He hollered not to come up! not to come up!" After that there wasn't a man of us would stir aloft, not for love nor money. Well, Whitmarsh he stamped, and he swore, and he knocked us about furious; but we sat and looked at one another's eyes, and never stirred. Something cold, like a frost-bite, seemed to crawl along from man to man, looking into one another's eyes. "I'll shame ye all, then, for a set of cowardly lubbers!" cries the mate; and what with the anger and the drink he was as good as his word, and up the ratlines in a twinkle. In a flash we were after him,--he was our officer, you see, and we felt ashamed,--me at the head, and the lads following after. I got to the futtock shrouds, and there I stopped, for I saw him myself,--a palish boy, with a jerk of thin hair on his forehead; I'd have known him anywhere in this world or t'other. I saw him just as distinct as I see you, Tom Brown, sitting on that yard quite steady with the royal flapping like to flap him off. I reckon I've had as much experience fore and aft, in the course of fifteen years aboard, as any man that ever tied a reef-point in a nor'easter; but I never saw a sight like that, not before nor since. I won't say that I didn't wish myself well on deck; but I will say that I stuck to the shrouds, and looked on steady. Whitmarsh, swearing that that royal should be furled, went on and went up. It was after that I heard the voice. It came straight from the figure of the boy upon the upper yard. But this time it says, "_Come up! Come up!_" And then, a little louder, "_Come up! Come up! Come up!_" So he goes up, and next I knew there was a cry,--and next a splash,--and then I saw the royal flapping from the empty yard, and the mate was gone, and the boy.