"We'll ask your pal," said Gray, and he bellowed down the companion for Chadwick, who came on deck with his eyes bolting.
"Is that my pal?" asked Ruddle in great disappointment. "Why, I never saw him either."
Poor Chadwick burst into tears.
"Oh, this is dreadful, this is very dreadful," said poor Chadwick. "What shall we do? Our chief stay and strength is gone from us, and doesn't know even me that married him."
Ruddle stared, and then rushed at him and held him in the grip of a bear.
"Steady, mister, are you speakin' truth or are you gettin' at me?"
"It's the truth," said Chadwick.
"Then how long was I in your business? Tell me straight, or I'll sling you overboard right now."
"Eight years," squealed Chadwick; "and there's all of us downstairs can testify to the same."
Ruddle sighed, and looked at the raging sea and at the skipper and at Chadwick, and up aloft. After a long silence he spoke.
"If I'm right the year's eighteen-ninety,
