any one, and second, because Lowell was the name of one of the men I had overheard talking in the lumber shed in the morning. Was it possible I had been kidnapped upon the same ship the two had been discussing?
"I don't know what you mean," I replied. "I don't know Lowell, and never signed any papers."
"Nonsense. Lowell!"
"Aye, aye, sir!"
And the same man I had seen upon the dock in Brooklyn came forward.
"Isn't this Luke Foster that signed with you yesterday?"
"Aye, captain."
I was more astonished than ever. How had they come to know my name!
"So you see there is no mistake," went on the captain, turning to me.
"Now I want you to go forward with Lowell. He'll show you the ropes. Come, step lively. We allow no skulking on board the Spitfire. You've signed articles, and you've got to abide by the deed."
"I didn't sign any articles, and if he says so he lies!" I burst out in deep anger at the way I was being treated. "It is true my name is Luke Foster, but how you came by it I don't know."
"Well, you're on the book, and that's all there is
