As I have said, there was a lot of talk, among the crowd of us forrard, about Tom's strange accident. None of the men knew that Williams and I had seen it _happen_. Stubbins gave it as his opinion that Tom had been sleepy, and missed the foot-rope. Tom, of course, would not have this by any means. Yet, he had no one to appeal to; for, at that time, he was just as ignorant as the rest, that we had seen the sail flap up over the yard. Stubbins insisted that it stood to reason it couldn't be the wind. There wasn't any, he said; and the rest of the men agreed with him. "Well," I said, "I don't know about all that. I'm a bit inclined to think Tom's yarn is the truth." "How do you make that hout?" Stubbins asked, unbelievingly. "There haint nothin' like enough wind." "What about the place on his forehead?" I inquired, in turn. "How are you going to explain that?" "I 'spect he knocked himself there when he slipped," he answered. "Likely 'nuffli," agreed old Jaskett, who was sitting smoking on a chest near by. "Well, you're both a damn long way out of it!" Tom chipped in, pretty warm. "I wasn't asleep; an' the sail did bloomin' well hit me." "Don't you be impertinent, young feller," said Jaskett. I joined in again. "There's another thing, Stubbins," I said. "The gasket Tom was hanging by, was on the after side of the yard. That looks as if the sail might have flapped it over? If there were wind enough to do the one, it seems to me that it might have done the other." "Do you mean that it was hunder ther yard, or hover ther top?" he asked. "Over the top, of course. What's more, the foot of the sail was hanging over the after part of the yard, in a bight." Stubbins was plainly surprised at that, and before he was ready with his next objection, Plummer spoke. "'oo saw it?" he asked. "I saw it!" I said, a bit sharply. "So did Williams; so--for that matter--did the Second Mate." Plummer relapsed into silence; and smoked; and Stubbins broke out afresh. "I reckon Tom must have had a hold of the foot and the gasket, and pulled 'em hover the yard when he tumbled." "No!" interrupted Tom. "The gasket was under the sail. I couldn't even see it. An' I hadn't time to get hold of the foot of the sail, before it up and caught me smack in the face." "'ow did yer get 'old er ther gasket, when yer fell, then?" asked Plummer. "He didn't get hold of it," I answered for Tom. "It had taken a turn round his wrist, and that's how we found him hanging." "Do you mean to say as 'e 'adn't got 'old of ther garsket?," Quoin inquired, pausing in the lighting of his pipe. "Of course, I do," I said. "A chap doesn't go hanging on to a rope when he's jolly well been knocked senseless." "Ye're richt," assented Jock. "Ye're quite richt there, Jessop." Quoin concluded the lighting of his pipe. "I dunno," he said. I went on, without noticing him.