text: On his second trip Luke had to served his night as a watchman. His job was to check on the animal every hour. On this one rainy night after making his hourly report to the captain he slid down a slippery ladder on his backside. Luke's heart was racing as he shot first toward an opening ont he side of the ship . A small strip of metal along the edged stopped his slid keeping him from flying forward overboard in the dark Atlantic. But he couldn't work for a couple of day because of his cracked ribs.