“Sure an we cud give him a pull up.”

“I don’t think we could manage that,” said Captain Corbet, “and you couldn’t, at any rate, if you were down thar with him.  As far as I see, we’ll hev to wait till the tide falls.”

“Wouldn’t it be better,” said Phil, “for us to go around, so as to come nearer?”

“How?  Whar?”

“Why, down to the beach, and then we could walk around the point.”

“Walk?  Why, it’s high water.”

“So it is—­I forgot that.”

“The fact is, we can’t git any nearer than we air now.  Then, agin, the boys’ll be along in a boat soon.  They ought to be here by this time; so let’s sit down here, an wait till they heave in sight.”

With a call of encouragement to Solomon which elicited a reply of satisfaction, Captain Corbet sat down upon the grass, and the boys followed his example.  In this position they waited quietly for the boat to come.

Meanwhile, Bart and Bruce had hurried on as rapidly as their legs could carry them, and at length reached the path which went down to the beach.  Down this they scrambled, and not long afterwards they reached the ship-yard.  Here they obtained a boat without any difficulty, which the workmen launched for them; and then they pushed off, and pulled for the point, with the intention of rowing along opposite the shore, and narrowly inspecting it.

Scarcely had they reached the point, however, when a loud and well-known voice sounded from on high.  They both turned and looked up, still pulling.  There they saw Captain Corbet, and Phil, and Pat, all of whom were shouting and making furious gestures at them.

“We’ve found him!  Come in closer!” cried Captain Corbet.

“Whe-e-e-re?” cried Bruce.

But before any answer could come, a loud, shrill scream, followed by a yell of delight, burst forth from some place still nearer.

Burt and Bruce both started, and looked towards the place from which this last cry came.

There a very singular and pleasing sight met their eyes.

About six feet above the water was a shelf of rock, that ran down sloping to the beach, and over this there projected a great mass of the cliff.  In this recess there crouched a familiar figure.  He had no hat, but between his legs, as he sat there, he held a basket, to which he clung with his knees and his hands.  As he sat there his eyes were fixed upon them, and their whites seemed enlarged to twice their ordinary dimensions, while yell after yell came from him.

“Help, he-e-e-e-e-lp!  Mas’r Ba-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-art!  O, Mas’r Ba-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-art!  He-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-lp!  Sa-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ave me!”

“Hurrah! hurrah!” cried Bart and Bruce, in a burst of heartfelt joy.

“He-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-lp!” came forth once more from Solomon.