The inquest on the two drowned sailors was held next day at the
_Fifteen Balls_, down in Innis village. Later in the afternoon, the
four survivors walked up to the church, headed by the Captain.
"We've been hearing," said the Captain, "of your difficulties, sir:
likewise your kindness to other poor seafaring chaps. We'd have
liked to make ye a small offering for your church, but sixteen
shillings is all we can raise between us. So we come to say that if
you can put us on to a job, why we're staying over the funeral, and a
day's work or more after that won't hurt us one way or another."
Mr. Raymond led them to the chancel and pointed out a new beam, on
which he and Jacky Pascoe had been working a week past, and over
which they had been cudgelling their brains how to get it lifted and
fixed in place.
"I can send to one of the miners and borrow a couple of ladders."
"Ladders? Lord love ye, sir, and begging your pardon, we don't want
ladders. With a sling, Bill, hey?--and a couple of tackles.
You leave it to we, sir."
He went off to turn over the gear salved from his vessel, and early
next forenoon had the apparatus rigged up and ready. He was obliged
to leave it at this point, having been summoned across to Falmouth to
report to his agents. His last words, before starting were addressed
to his crew. "I reckon you can fix it now, boys.
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