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"We'll get our money back, never fear, if the film turns out all right," said Mr. Pertell. "Now how are you coming on? That's what I came to see. I want some of my principal actors to get familiar with the ship, so I brought them down. I started with Jepson, up in the studio," he added in a lower voice, for the benefit of Captain Brisco, "but he balked, I'll tell you about it later.
The latter slunk below followed by Hen Lacomb. "We've got to try to stop that leak first of all!" said Jack, as he carefully put in his pocket the paper he had claimed was an agreement between Brisco and his crony. "I appoint Jim West as first mate and Frank Snyder as second!" the new captain went on. "Come below, you two, and we'll see what we can do. We've got to mend the pumps.
"I hold a master's certificate, though I've only filled mates' berths of late." "I I refuse to serve under him," stormed Captain Brisco. "And when we reach port, I shall lay this matter before the authorities. You can't depose a captain this way!" "Can't I?" asked Mr. Pertell coolly. "I rather think I can. I looked up the law on the rights of owners before I started on this voyage.
At the sound Captain Brisco and Jack Jepson turned and stared toward the dimness that marked the companionway. "Who's there?" called Captain Brisco, sharply. "We just came aboard to see how matters were coming on," said Russ stepping forward and under a skylight. "But we didn't expect to be welcomed with snuff," said Alice, as she sneezed again. This time Ruth joined her.
She managed to learn, by judicious questions, that Hen, as she began to think of him, was a friend of Captain Brisco, and a sort of passenger-helper on the Mary Ellen. And now that the voyage was really started, those who were to take part in the play began to consider their roles. In brief the plan was this.
"Well then, have the goodness to keep still and let me manage matters. I'm giving orders not you!" Poor Jack slunk back, smarting under the undeserved rebuke. "I don't care who is in command!" cried Mr. Pertell. "This is my ship and you're under my orders, Captain Brisco. I order you to pick up that motorboat!" "And I tell you we can't do it! They've got to come to us, we can't go to them.
To what did Jack have reference? Could it be that Captain Brisco, and the man with whom he was so friendly, were in a plot? Alice felt as if she must tell someone. It was too big a secret for her to keep to herself. One thing seemed necessary. She must rid Jack of some of his fear of being arrested again.
Brisco was also, Jack said, one of the mutineers of the Halcyon, but the plotter denied this, and Jack admitted he may have been mistaken. Then came the advent of Hen Lacomb, whom Jepson recognized as a fellow plotter with Brisco. The evil men knew him, too, after a bit, but they counted on the charge of mutiny hanging over him to make him keep quiet, and not reveal their plot.
Alice heard Jack muttering to himself. She could not catch all the words, but she heard him say: "Yes, it must be the same one! He hasn't changed much not as much as I have. He won't know me. But what am I to do?" The old salt's musings, however, were cut short, for Captain Brisco called to him. "I say there, Mr.
"Yes," assented the old salt, "you did," and he shot a look at the other. Did Alice fancy it, or did Lacomb wince, and shrink back? And did a look pass between him and Captain Brisco a look full of meaning? Alice was puzzling over these questions in her own mind, when the helmsman spoke. "It wasn't my fault," he said.
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