"Where is he?"
"Dead, I guess. My boatswain here says he saw him jump overboard out of sheer fright as soon as he saw the fire."
"My, what a whopper!" exclaimed Phil under his breath.
"Yes, I guess he's gone to Davy Jones's locker," put in Lowell. "He was a very nervous lad."
Captain Flagg continued to ask questions, and Captain Hannock and the others related their experience since the jolly-boat had left the Spitfire. He said they had a compass on board, but during the storm it had been washed overboard, and they were then compelled to steer by the sun and stars. Then the supply of eatables had fallen short and the sailors had quarreled among themselves on account of it, though he would make no complaint against the poor fellows.
"You don't look starved, Captain Hannock," said Captain Flagg coldly.
"I never show it in my face," was the smooth reply. "But all the same, I am mighty hungry."
"You shall have breakfast very soon." And then as Mr. Henshaw gave him a peculiar look, the captain continued:
"Won't you step into the cabin?"
"Thanks: I will. Where are you bound?"
