Dad, however, quickly solved the difficulty. At once catching hold of a couple of side lines which hung down from above, he swung himself dexterously on to a projecting piece of wood, like the bottom rung of a ladder, fixed to the hull of the vessel, and stepping from this to another cleat above he went up the side as easily as if he were ascending an ordinary staircase, soon gaining the deck overhead and disappearing from my view. "My eye!" ejaculated the sailor beside me in the boat, surprised at dad's familiarity with such a nautical procedure. "I am blessed if that there gentleman ain't an old hand at it." "You're right, my man," said I proudly, "my father was an officer in the navy once." "Guessed so," replied the sailor laconically. "I've been an old man-o'- war's man myself and thought I knew the cut of his jib!" I could not imitate dad's example, though, for all that; so, they had to hoist me in like a cask of sugar, as I was not able to get up the side. I confess I was mightily pleased to find myself landed, presently, safe and sound on the poop of the _Josephine_ by the side of dad and Captain Miles, both of whom seemed much amused at my rather ignominious entry on board the vessel. Really, I must have looked very funny with my legs dangling in the air when run up at the end of the derrick! "Well, youngster, how did you like being strung up at the yard-arm?" said Captain Miles, who had still a broad grin on his face. "Not many fellows have been bowsed up in that fashion and cut down so speedily!" "No," observed dad. "I'm glad, though, that mode of execution to which you refer is now altogether abolished in the service; but I'm afraid, captain, Tom does not understand your allusion." "Oh, yes, I do, dad," said I, fresh from the pages of Mr Midshipman Easy, and knowing all about the summary system of punishment in vogue in the old days on board ship. "Captain Miles meant hanging." "So I did, youngster," replied that worthy cheerily; "but you seem none the worse for your experience of the operation." "I didn't like it, however, captain," said I, a little bit put on my dignity by being laughed at. "The next time I come on board I intend to mount up the side-ladder the same as dad did." "That's right, my lad, so you shall," rejoined the jolly old fellow. "But, come below now both of you and have some luncheon. It has gone eight bells, and as I feel a trifle peckish, I daresay you're pretty much the same." While saying this Captain Miles descended the poop-ladder, and, beckoning dad and I to follow him, ushered us into the cabin below, where we found a very appetising meal laid out. It seemed just as if we had been expected and that preparations had been made for our entertainment. Dad passed a remark about this, but the captain laughed it off.