Hannock; and I noticed that Mr. Henshaw had laid aside his navy-blue suit and badge, and was standing by apparently as an ordinary passenger.
Captain Hannock told him, and also introduced the rest.
"My schooner, the Spitfire, bound for Liverpool, took fire and sank," he continued. "We just had time to get out the jolly-boat and get a cask of water and some few things to eat when she went down."
"Indeed!" replied Captain Flagg. "How did she catch fire?"
"I can't imagine, excepting that it was set afire by a hand on board who changed his mind about going and wanted me to let him land before we started."
This was certainly cool, to say the least. Of course Captain Hannock meant me. Mr. Ranson pinched my arm.
"Where is that man?" asked Mr. Henshaw.
"I don't know. I wanted him to get into the jolly-boat, but he was sassy, and told me to mind my own business and he'd look out for himself."
"What was his name?"
"Luke Foster. He wasn't very old."
"Are all the rest here?"
"All but the cabin boy."
