Further conversation was interrupted by the entrance of Crocker, who said Captain Hannock wanted to know if the rescued man could come to the cabin. Mr. Ranson rose at once.
"You'll find the captain a very mean man," I whispered, as he prepared to leave. "When we get a chance I wish to tell you something very important about him."
"All right: I'll remember."
Mr. Ranson left the forecastle. For a moment I was alone; then Lowell came in.
"Well, what are you doing now?" he asked savagely.
"Nothing," I replied, as calmly as I could.
"Think you're going to have a picnic of it, I suppose?" he sneered.
"I'll take things as they come," was my quiet reply.
"Well, just get on deck and help clear things up," he said. "The storm is over."
I obeyed his orders. I found the sky was now almost clear of clouds, and the moon was just sinking in the horizon. Dibble and the rest were hard at work mending the broken boom, and I turned in with a will.
It took nearly an hour to repair the damage that had been done through the captain's carelessness.
