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It was evident that something had taken place aboard the steamer. A signal flag broke out at her mast, and Captain Brisco, seeing it, exclaimed impatiently: "What can they want with us?" "They want to talk, that's evident," said Hen Lacomb, who stood near the commander. "But what about?" "We'll soon know."
I don't like Captain Brisco." "You mustn't say such things," Ruth cautioned her. But this was some time later. Just at present the commander of the Mary Ellen was trying to make his unexpected guests feel a welcome he rather grudgingly extended. "We have been over looking at the Ajax," explained Russ, "and we thought we'd stop in and pay you a call."
On deck Captain Brisco and Jack Jepson took charge of matters until the wreckage had been cleared away. And a lot of wreckage there was. The Mary Ellen looked little like the trim, schooner that had left New York a few weeks before. Jack Jepson stepped close to the stump of the mainmast. He gave one look at it, and uttered a single word. "Rotten!" he exclaimed.
Captain Brisco appeared to struggle with some emotion. His face went red and white by turns. He seemed unable to speak. But at last he choked out: "What! You dare say that to me. You accuse me !" "Yes, and I have the proof!" cried Jack. "Here's the agreement you made Lacomb sign. You were afraid to trust to him unless he made a promise in writing, and here it is.
And, Captain Brisco, this is an old salt who will be with us. He is to be second mate, I believe. Jack Jepson, let me present you to Captain Brisco." A strange look came over the old salt's face. He stepped forward and burst out with: "I guess I've met Captain Brisco before, but that wasn't his name then!" Captain Brisco started back as though a shot had been fired near him.
"Oh, not at all queer," answered Captain Brisco, quickly. "I have commanded so many men and ships in my day that I must be familiar by name, at least, to hundreds of sailors. But I never saw this Jepson before. However, he seems to be a good, honest soul." "Too honest, by far!" laughed Mr. Pertell. "He wouldn't even pretend to take some false papers to carry out a film idea.
Oh, I can hardly wait for the Mary Ellen to start on her last voyage. Isn't it too bad she has to be sunk?" she asked. "Yes, it is rather tragic," agreed Ruth. "I hope we get far enough away when she takes her last plunge beneath the waves," she added with an involuntary shudder. "Oh, trust Captain Brisco for that," Alice said.
We haven't leaked a drop yet, and we're running before the storm nicely. You need have no fears." "That's what I thought!" exclaimed Alice, with a look at the two former stage actresses. "Humph!" sniffed Miss Dixon. "Any one would think you were a sailor." "She's a good deal better 'n some," said Jack Jepson coming into the cabin then to report something to Captain Brisco.
"Don't you remember?" "Oh, yes, so it is. What a funny name for a kitchen." "This way," directed Jack, as he started for the companionway. Meanwhile Mr. Pertell and Captain Brisco having settled on certain details, called Mr. DeVere into consultation, since that actor was to have a prominent part in the scenes that would take place aboard the ship.
The man flung himself on the gangplank which was separated from the dock by some little distance. He scrambled aboard, and just then, Alice, standing near Jack Jepson, heard the old sailor utter an exclamation of surprise, and murmur: "Can that be him? Can that be him after these years? No, it can't be!" "All aboard!" cried Captain Brisco.
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