"What's to be done, Mas' Don?" whispered Jem, whom this second proof of
treachery against them seemed to have robbed of the power to act.
"This way," cried a voice, which they recognised as Ramsden's. "By the
forechains."
"Oh, if I had hold of you," snarled Jem, as he ground his teeth.
"Do you hear me?" whispered Don. "Come on."
He spoke from where he stood on the bulwark, holding by one of the
shrouds, and offering his hand to Jem, who could not see it, but climbed
to his side.
"Header?" he whispered.
"Yes.--Off!"
Don gave the word as he glanced in the direction where he believed the
canoe to lie; and then, raising his hands above his head, he sprang
right off the bulwark into the sea.
_Splash_!