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I think he missed your society and was rather broken up over the necessity of leaving us to-morrow." Without hesitation Carg turned on his heel and hastened aft. They followed him in a wondering group. Reaching the German's stateroom the captain threw open the door and found it vacant. "Humph!" he exclaimed. "I suspected the truth when I found our launch was gone."
The young officer explained that the party had just arrived from Dunkirk in a launch; the commandant had asked Colonel Grau kindly to examine them. Uncle John proceeded to state the case, Captain Carg interpreting. They operated a Red Cross hospital ship at Dunkirk, and one of their patients, a young Belgian, was dying of his wounds.
"Direct from Sangoa." "And what brought you from Sangoa to San Francisco?" "A boat." "A sailing-ship?" "No, a large yacht. Two thousand tons burden." "Whose yacht was it?" "Mine." "Then where is it now?" He reflected a moment. "I think Captain Carg must be anchored at San Pedro, by now. Or perhaps he is at Long Beach, or Santa Monica," he said quietly. "On this coast!" exclaimed Maud. "Yes."
"Then we needn't worry over Ajo any longer!" asserted Patsy joyfully. "With this evidence and the testimony of Captain Carg and his pearls, the most stupid judge on earth would declare the boy innocent. Why, Beth, we shall get our theatres built, after all!"
"Where is the German, Lieutenant Elbl?" inquired the general, looking around with sudden suspicion. "In the captain's room," replied Beth. "Would you like to see him?" "If you please." The group moved forward to the room occupied by Captain Carg. The door and windows stood open and reclining upon a couch inside was the maimed German, with Carg sitting beside him.
The young officer in command removed his helmet to bow deferentially to Patsy and then turned to ask their business at Ostend. "He says we must go before the military governor," said Carg, translating. "There, if our papers are regular, permits will be issued for us to proceed to Charleroi."
"This collection must be worth an enormous sum. Uncle John." Uncle John merely nodded. He had been thinking, as he studied the pearls, and now turned to Captain Carg. "Will you come ashore and testify before the judge in behalf of your master?" "Yes, if he asks me to do so." "And will you bring these pearls with you?" "If my master orders it." "Very good. We will have him send you instructions."
"Will he answer any questions I may ask him?" she demanded. "That will depend upon your questions," he answered evasively. "Carg is considered a bit taciturn, I believe, but he has my best interests at heart and you will find him ready to serve me in any possible way." "Is there any objection to my going with Maud?" asked Patsy.
Surviving that, I made Captain Carg steam slowly along the coast for a few miles. Nothing dreadful happened. So I made a day's voyage, and still ate my three squares a day. That was encouraging." "I knew all the time it wasn't the voyage that wrecked your stomach," said Patsy confidently. "What was it, then?" "Ptomaine poisoning, or something like that."
After an hour or so: "A long fight," remarked the captain in German. The other merely looked at him, contemplatively. Carg stared for five minutes at the bandaged foot. Finally: "Hard luck," said he. This time the German nodded, looking at the foot also. "In America," resumed the captain, puffing slowly, "they make fine artificial feet. Walk all right. Look natural." "Vienna," said the German.
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