the first mate. "If he can't the old man will be up a tree, for none of us can talk Russian."
"I reckon Peterson and Semmel can talk it," answered Larry. "But we don't want either of those rascals to open his mouth."
At last the small boat came up alongside of the Columbia. It was no easy matter to catch the rope ladder without getting bumped, but it was successfully accomplished, and then the Russian officer lost no time in coming on board. He at once saluted, and Captain Ponsberry and his mates did the same, and the sailors in the background did likewise.
"What ship is this?" asked the Russian naval officer, after a few necessary formalities were at an end.
"The American schooner Columbia," answered Captain Ponsberry.
"Would you mind telling me for what port you are bound?" went on the naval officer, who could speak fairly good English.
"We are bound for San Francisco, with a stopover at Nagasaki."
"Ah! What sort of a cargo are you carrying to Nagasaki?"
"One belonging to the firm for which the Columbia is in commission."
"The name of the firm, please?"
