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She meant this assertion to be very impressive, but it did not seem to affect the man in the least. She sighed, and Flo, with a giggle, broke an awkward pause. "Well, why don't you get busy. Maud?" she asked. "I in what way, Flo?" asked her sister, catching at the suggestion implied. "Captain Carg would make a splendid motion picture actor," declared the younger Miss Stanton, audaciously.
"I'd like to visit that yacht; it looks so beautiful from a distance." "You may all go, if you wish," said he. "It might be well for Mr. Merrick to meet Captain Carg, who would prefer, I am sure, to discuss so delicate a matter as my arrest with a man. Not that he is ungallant, but with a man such as Mr. Merrick he would be more at his ease.
Visited them once, when a boy. Mother's name was Elbl. The Cargs lived next door to the Elbls. But they've lost track of me, and I of them. Nothing in common, you see." The German finished his cigarette, looking at the captain at times reflectively. Carg, feeling his biography had not been appreciated, had lapsed into silence.
Midnight had arrived when the captain's launch finally drew up to the side and Carg came hastening into the cabin. His agitated manner was so unusual that the three watchers with one accord sprang to their feet with inquiring looks. "Where's Elbl?" asked the captain sharply. "Gone to bed," said Uncle John. "When?" "Hours ago.
Indeed, since his arrival he had only spoken the German language, and that mostly in his intercourse with Carg. But after the French officer had gone away Beth began to reflect upon this reticence. "Isn't it queer," she remarked to Uncle John, "that an educated German one who has been through college, as Captain Carg says Elbl has should be unable to understand either French or English?
When Patsy Doyle, escorted by Uncle John and accompanied by Captain Carg, Lieutenant von Holtz and Monsieur Rondel, arrived in the early morning, the streets were comparatively deserted. The Hotel Royal received them hospitably and the landlord and his daughters prepared them an excellent breakfast. While eating, Patsy chatted with the Belgian girls, who were neat, modest and intelligent.
The ladder was hoisted and fastened to an upper rail, but as they drew up to the smooth sides a close-cropped bullet-head projected from the bulwarks and a gruff voice demanded: "Well, what's wanted?" "We want to see Captain Carg," called Arthur, in reply. The head wagged sidewise. "No one allowed aboard," said the man. "Here's a letter to the captain, from Mr. Jones," said Maud, exhibiting it.
Kelsey was a quiet man, more thoughtful than experienced in medical matters, but his common sense often guided him aright when his technical knowledge was at fault. Captain Carg accepted the novel conditions thrust upon him, without a word of protest. He might secretly resent the uses to which his ship was being put, but his young master's commands were law and his duty was to obey.
"Yes, I suppose so." Another pause. "Name?" asked the German, with startling abruptness. But the other never winked. "Carg. I'm a sailor. Captain of this ship. Live in Sangoa, when ashore." "Sangoa?" "Island in South Seas." The wounded man reached for another cigarette and lighted it. "Carg," he repeated, musingly. "German?" "Why, my folks were, I believe. I've relations in Germany, yet. Munich.
Everyone rushed to the side, where Captain Carg was standing, staring at the sky. "What was it, Captain?" gasped Patsy. Carg stroked his grizzled beard. "A German bomb, Miss Patsy; but I think it did no damage." "A bomb! Then the Germans are on us?" "Not exactly. An aeroplane dropped the thing." "Oh. Where is it?" "The aeroplane? Pretty high up, I reckon," answered the captain.
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