vise it," replied Ben Stanhope. "He sails where he pleases."
"But he has to discharge his cargo somewhere, doesn't he?"
"Yes, but he doesn't tell where he is going to leave that until it's about time to unload. He's a very peculiar man, Cap'n Cosgrove is."
"I should think he was," thought Franklin, and he said no more.
The bunk that had been assigned to the young electrician was neither soft nor clean, and Franklin, who had always been accustomed to a soft, spotless bed, entered it rather gingerly. But he was tired, and the rocking of the craft soon put him to sleep.
"All hands on deck!" Such was the cry which aroused the young electrician long before daylight. He sat up and rubbed his eyes.
"Did some one call me?" he asked of one of the hands, who was busy getting into his clothes.
"Yes, all hands on deck! The cap's afraid of a storm, and he wants matters looked after."
"A storm," repeated Franklin. "It didn't look like a storm last night."
"So much the worse for us, youngster. It's the storms as come up the quickest, that's the nastiest," and with this wise remark the sailor hurried from the forecastle.
Franklin waited to hear no more, but leaping
