And all the time, up and down, and down and up, went the poor little
ship. Would they drown? Far off, Dick Deadeye saw the Toyman running,
running as fast as he could towards shore. And Rover, too. He was
barking for all he was worth, seeming to think it fun. But Rover was
only a dog, and couldn't realize the danger at all.

At last the big fat pirate's pole hit the ship a terrible crack, and
overboard Slave Hepzebiah fell.

Dick Deadeye reached for her, but his hand only touched her uniform,
and over he fell, too, down in the coffee-colored waves.

It was way over his head. Down, down, he sank. He was terribly
frightened, with water all around him and in his eyes and his nose and
mouth. He was choking, but all he thought of, even then, was his
little sister, the poor slave.

The first thing he knew, he felt a strong hand on his shoulder and
heard the Toyman's voice saying,--

"Hold on, Sonny, you're all right--just grab on to me."

He had always liked to be held close in the Toyman's arms, especially
at night before the fire when he told them stories, but never had
those arms felt as safe as now.

Then, all-of-a-sudden he thought--!

"Stop!" he tried to shout, but his mouth was almost too full of water
to say anything, "get--blllllloooo--Hep-ze-bbbllllooo"--and then he