"Captain," he said, "what has become of the new manager?"
"Oh, he is lying in his bunk half-drunk."
"Then," replied Davy, "he'll be drowned!"
He descended into the cabin and found the man asleep, with the water
already on a level with his berth.
"Why the blazes don't you get up and come out of this rat-hole?" he
said. "Don't you see you are going to be drowned?"
The manager looked up and smiled.
"Please, don't be so unkind, my dear man," he replied. "Let me sleep
a little longer, and then I'll go on deck."
Davy standing with the water up to his belt, grew mad.
"Come out of that, you confounded fool," he said.
He dragged him out of his bunk into the water, and hauled him up the
companion ladder, and with the help of the men took him up the
rigging, and lashed him there out of reach of the breakers.
All the rest of the men went aloft, and remained there during the
night. Their clothing was soaked with water, and the weather was
frosty and bitterly cold. Just before daylight, when the tide had
ebbed, and the sea had gone down, the two women and the baby were
brought below from the foretop, and all hands descended to the deck.
They wanted to make a fire, but everything was wet, and they had to
cut up some of the standing rigging which had been out of reach of
the surf before they could find anything that would burn.
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