In the wild waves it was hard for the men to get hold. The bilge chocks
were gone, and thus all chance of a hand grip was lost. Half-way down
the square stern of the boat a hole had been bored, through which a
rope had been passed and knotted at both ends. This rope served the men
in hauling the boat down to the sea. Only one could hold on to this
short scrap, and Tommy, who was the first to think of it, seized it, and
held on with the strength of his despair. The boat lunged and struck the
faces of the two men who were holding on to her sides. Billy Armstrong
was bleeding from the mouth, and his front teeth were gone--dashed out
by one stroke which had met him as he tried to climb and catch hold of
the deep iron keel in the fore part of the coble. The other man said
suddenly, "I have got a broken arm, Tommy." A few minutes went by,
during which the men dared not speak--only Tommy was perfectly safe. The
others were slipping and writhing in their efforts to hang on to the
smooth planks. The man with the broken arm had the nails of his sound
hand torn, and the blood streamed down as he clutched again and again at
the slippery seams. At last he said, "I cannot do it any longer. Tell
Mary the money is under the bed at the right-hand side next the wall,
and ask my grandfather to take little Adam for me and keep him." A
thought came into Hob's Tommy's mind. He cried out, "Don't let yourself
go down. Edge yourself round here to the stern, and you shall have this
rope." The maimed man came slowly round, and took the rope as Tommy let
go. For a single minute the bruised giant rested his hands on the
lunging stern of the little vessel. He did not look up, and his face had
no devotional aspect, but the two men who were saved remembered his
words to the end of their lives. He said, "O Lord Jesus, I am even with
you now. I am going to die." The stern of the boat flew up into the air
as a short sea hit her, and Hob's Tommy lost his grip. He lay back
quietly on the water, and the men said that he even smiled. Presently
the foam covered him over.
THE FAILURE.
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