Reach down, Bigley, and give me your hand." My father was active enough, and with our help scrambled up on to the top of the rock, where he gave one glance at the speck Bigley pointed out, and then uttered an impatient ejaculation.
"Come down," he said.

"You're quite right, my lad.

But how can that boat have got away?
The grapnel was good." "I'm afraid I know," said Bigley sadly.

"I don't think anyone looked to see if the painter was made fast to the ring.

I didn't." "And as I'm an old sailor, who ought to have known better, I confess that I did not," said my father.