disguised as a lobsterman, an' she slipped aboard to bring death an' destruction. That's why that poor lad fell overboard. It'll be some of our turns next."
"Nonsense!" cried Dick. "What you heard was probably the creaking and squeaking of the ship's timbers and machinery in the storm."
"Do ship's timbers groan like a man dyin', sir, an' call for help, sir?" inquired Widdy, solemnly. "Answer me that! Do the machinery cry for help? Answer me that!"
"Did you hear some one calling for help?'* asked Dick, quickly.
"I did, sir."
"Wasn't it some one on deck, or didn't you imagine it?" inquired Captain Barton.
"I did not, sir," replied the old sailor, doggedly. "It was in the after compartment, sir."
"And what sort of a voice was it?" asked Dick, "and what did it say?"
"It was a voice, sir, like some one in pain, and it called 'Help! Help! Help!' three times, just like that."
"Well, why didn't you look further, see who it was, and help 'em?" demanded the captain. "Maybe it was one of the crew, who had fallen and broken his leg. Why didn't you look further?"
"Because, sir," answered Widdy, "it ain't healthy to help mermaids, an' Jim Carter an' me ran out as soon as we heard her voice. It was
