Vanslyperken started up, with his eyes glaring and fixed.  There could be no mistake.  It was the apparition of the murdered lad, and he fell back in a state of unconsciousness.

“You’ve a-got it this time,” said Smallbones, chuckling as he bent over the body of the lieutenant with his purser’s dip, and perceived that he was in a state of insensibility.

Had Mr Vanslyperken had the courage to look over the stern of the cutter when he re-ascended on the deck, he would have discovered Smallbones hanging on by the rudder chains; for had the fog not been so thick, Mr Vanslyperken would have perceived that at the time that he cut Smallbones adrift it was slack water, and the cutter was lying across the harbour.  Smallbones was not, therefore, carried away by the tide, but being a very fair swimmer, had gained the rudder chains without difficulty; but at the time that Smallbones was climbing up again by the rope, he had perceived the blade of the carving-knife working at the rope, and was assured that Vanslyperken was attempting his life.  When he gained the rudder chains, he held on.  At first he thought of calling for assistance; but hearing Vanslyperken order his boat to be manned, the lad then resolved to wait a little longer, and allow his master to think that he was drowned.  The result was as Smallbones intended.  As soon as the lad saw the boat was out of hearing he called out most lustily, and was heard by those on board, and rescued from his cold immersion.  He answered no questions which were put to him till he had changed his clothing and recovered himself, and then with great prudence summoned a council, composed of Short, Coble, and Jemmy Ducks, to whom he narrated what had taken place.  A long consultation succeeded, and at last it was agreed that Smallbones should make his appearance as he did, and future arrangements to be taken according to circumstances.

As soon as Smallbones had ascertained the situation of his master, he went forward and reported it to Dick Short, who with Coble came aft in the cabin.  Short looked at Vanslyperken.

“Conscience,” said Short.

“And a d——­d bad un, too,” replied Coble, hitching up his trousers.  “What’s to be done, Short?”

“Nothing,” replied Short.

“Just my idea,” replied Coble; “let him come to if he pleases, or die and be d——­d.  Who cares?”

“Nobody,” replied Short.

“My eyes, but he must have been frightened,” said Smallbones; “for he has left the key in the cupboard.  I’ll see what’s in it for once and away.”

Snarleyyow, when Smallbones opened the cupboard, appeared to have an intuitive idea that he was trespassing, so he walked out growling from under the table; Short saluted him with a kick in the ribs, which tossed him under the feet of Coble, who gave him a second with his fisherman’s boots, and the dog howled, and ran out of the cabin.  O Mr Vanslyperken! see what your favourite was brought to, because you did not come to.