"Of course!" he cried. "I might have known. Why, it must be one of our
lads, and a friend. Quick, Dumlow, and have off that hatch."
In another moment or two the sailor was on his knees dragging off the
piece of tarpaulin which had been fastened down over the top, probably
when the storm began, and directly after the hatch was lifted off, and
the lantern held down to throw its light upon a ghastly face, which was
raised to us as a couple of hands grasped the combings around the
opening. I was so astounded that I could not speak, only listen, as
Dumlow shouted--
"I say, what cheer you, my lad?"