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For a few minutes they searched in vain. Then, in turning over the lower berth's mattress, Eph's hand touched something hard. "Wait until I get my pocket-knife out," he smiled. Rip! r-r-r-r-rip! As Ensign Eph tore open the mattress and thrust his hands inside, the grin on his face broadened. "I reckon we've got the object of the whole expedition," he announced.
"What's wrong?" seeing the bearers did not offer to lift him, and that they were anxiously scanning the long rows of berths. "Berth's wrong," one of them answered. "What's the matter with the berth?" "Matter enough! not a middle one nor a lower one empty."
Once or twice a slight quiver crossed his lips, then his teeth would close tight, and again his face would relapse into calm impassiveness. At this instant the curtains of the smoking-room parted and the Pullman porter entered. "Your berth's all ready, Major," said the porter.
"He's going to have a bran' new second mate, who he hears has just got his certificate from the Trinity House Board that is, if he'll accept the berth under his old captain." "What!" I exclaimed, breathless with excitement, "does he offer to take me with him as he promised?" "Aye, laddie, the berth's open to you if you'll have it, he says. Will you go?" "Go?" I repeated, "of course I will!"
Why, he owns more stock in all the Blackwood ships . . . and they've always been lucky and always earned money. I'm getting old, and it's about time I got a command. But no; the old cuss has to take it into his head to go to sea again just as the berth's ripe for me to fall into." Again I started to enter the cabin, but was stopped by the mate. "Mr. Pathurst? You won't mention about my age?"
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