ld of a back-stay to
prevent himself from falling.

The whole crew now took to the rigging, and the only marvel is that some
of them did not slip overboard and make food for the sharks.

"Look, look!--oh, look, sir!" shouted the mate with a cry like one in
a nightmare; and the next moment he fainted and fell on the top of
Broomberg the mutineer.

CHAPTER III

Two little girls, one little boy, and one little dog, all as black as
chimney-sweeps, the girls with their arms in the air, now came wildly
racing aft.

Tom himself, come back to life, was standing on the capstan waving his
cap in the air, and cheering and laughing like a mad thing.

Aralia and Pansy reached the quarter-deck before anyone could say
"knife", and, black as they were, sprang right into Captain Staysail's
arms, hugging him and kissing him.

"What!--what!--what!--" He tried to get out a sentence, but failed.

"Oh, I was so frightened, Unky dear, but I is so happy now!" cried Pansy.

"Bless my soul and body," cried Staysail at last, "how did all this
happen?"

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Then he went forward a few paces, the little ones clinging to him all the
time, and Veevee racing round the deck like a live muff.

"Tom, you young rascal, jump down here at once. This is all your work.
Now, give a full account of it, sir."

"Oh, I do hope, Uncle, you'll forgive me, but Frank and little Pansy and
Aralia did want to come with us so much, that--that--!"

"That you took them as stowaways, eh?"

"I'm afraid that's it, sir."

The captain pretended to be awfully angry, and said he would put about
and land the lot at Aberdeen.

"In the meantime, go below, children, and get yourselves washed; the
steward will see to you. Steward!"

"Ay, ay, sir, I'se heah, sah."

"Let Miss Aralia and Pansy have that spare cabin near mine. I'll talk to
you afterwards, Tom."

Tom hung his head in sorrow--so it seemed,--but it really was to hide a
smile.

He got near enough to his sisters to say: "Keep up your pecker, Pansy,
for there won't be any Aberdeen about it."

In the spare cabin stood a big box that nobody had noticed before. Tom
had smuggled it on board, and it contained his sisters' best things, and
a full rig-out for them for the Arctic regions.

Sly old Tom!

He now stole into their cabin and gave them their clothes, and when
Staysail came down to dinner at twelve, with his spy-glass under his arm,
no wonder he cried: "Hillo! Hillo!"

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