She was breathing quickly in her excitement. "Caleb Stafford!" she exclaimed. "Why, that was Captain Stafford of Stafford and Ramsdell! They owned the Miwaka!"
"Yes," Alan said.
"You asked me about that ship—the Miwaka—that first morning at breakfast!"
"Yes."
A great change had come over him since last night; he was under emotion so strong that he seemed scarcely to dare to speak lest it master him—a leaping, exultant impulse it was, which he fought to keep down.
"What is it, Alan?" she asked. "What is it about the Miwaka? You said you'd found some reference to it in Uncle Benny's house. What was it? What did you find there?"
"The man—" Alan swallowed and steadied himself and repeated—"the man I met in the house that night mentioned it."
"The man who thought you were a ghost?"
"Yes."
"How—how did he mention it?"
"He seemed to think I was a ghost that had haunted Mr. Corvet—the ghost from the Miwaka; at least he shouted out to me that I couldn't save the Miwaka!"
"Save the Miwaka! What do you mean, Alan? The Miwaka was lost with all her people—officers and crew—no one knows how or where!"
"All except the one for whom the Drum didn't beat!"
"What's that?" Blood pricked in her cheeks. "What do you mean, Alan?"
"I don't know yet; but I think I'll soon find out!"
