round whistling, in spite of the fact that he was the last man to have a real shine with the skipper.
"I hope he won't come back, that's all," said Dodman. "If he does I'm for the shore, boys; I'm for the shore. I've not known what it was to be happy for months till now."
But Plump grew haggard running to the police and the agents. The Enchantress was full up to the deck-beams with the best Oregon wheat, and was ready to go to sea. Every hour's delay meant a notch against him with the owners. And yet, as the owners were the missing skipper's brothers, he did not like to hurry. But the agents, who cared about no man's brother, put their foot down.
"We've found you a captain, Mr. Plump."
"What sort?" asked Plump anxiously.
"He's a good man and well recommended, and a thorough seaman."
"That'll be a change," said Plump. "Poor old Brogger was fit to skipper a canal-barge. All right, if you say so. We're ready if your new man is. All we want is another hand, and he's coming on board to-night if we sail to-morrow. We've had luck that way, whatever else has gone wrong. If Brogger had lived I
