Scarcely had this been accomplished than the steamer moved off again, dragging him behind her.
In his weak state it is a wonder that Walter was not compelled to relinquish his hold; but life is sweet to us all, and he hung on grimly, and setting his teeth, began to climb up the chain hand over hand. In a few minutes he reached the taffrail, fell, rather than climbed, over, and dropped unconscious on the deck.
How long he lay in this state Walter did not know. He came to his senses to find himself being shaken by somebody bending over him.
"What are you doing here?" was the rough demand. "Don't you know that all of the regular crew were ordered off at three o'clock?"
"I—I—where am I?" stammered Walter, sitting up.
"Where are you? Don't you know?"
"No, sir."
"You're on board of the Merrimac."
"The Merrimac!" echoed the boy, and attempted to rise to his feet. He was still very weak, but otherwise his involuntary bath had done him much good.
