"just one word before you begin your story," said willis, who was not entirely satisfied with roy's friendly speech and manner, believing, as he did, that the boy might have some sinister object in view. he was afraid to trust anybody, knowing full well that he could not be trusted himself.

"as many words as you please," replied roy, resuming his seat and placing his injured arm in a comfortable position on the table at his side. "i told the clerk when i first came back that i wouldn't be interviewed; but i know he has sent three reporters after me. all they learned didn't do them much good. you see i don't want my name to appear in the papers, for my folks would be sure to see it; then good-by to all my fine plans for the summer. of course you'll not say a word."

"not i," replied willis. "i don't want

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everybody to know what fools babcock and i made of ourselves. by the way, have you seen bab this morning?"

roy said he hadn't.

"that's all right," said willis to himself; and he was so immensely relieved that he could scarcely keep still in his seat. "then of course you don't know that i didn't tell you the truth when i said bab had warned me that you were not rowe shelly. that's all right. now, how much does this boy know or suspect, i wonder?" then aloud he added: "i am sorry you haven't seen bab, for he would show you a photograph of rowe shelly he has in his possession; and after you had taken one look at it, you would see how we came to mistake you for our runaway. i hope you don't bear me any ill-will for—"

"of course i don't," interrupted roy. "i don't feel hard toward you or babcock either. i came within an ace of losing my life (i don't see how i managed to save it, having never swum a stroke in so rough water before), but here i am, safe if not sound, and all's well that ends well."

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"you and rowe are as much alike as two peas," began willis.

"i can easily believe that, for when i walked up to the desk the clerk began asking me questions i couldn't understand; but i can see the drift of some of them now, for those three reporters have been at me since then, and i know rowe shelly was here in this hotel last night, and that he went somewhere on a steamer. when i came in all bunged up, the clerk wanted to know if the boat had burst her boiler."

"which way did rowe go?" asked willis, who was deeply interested.

"i don't know, and you wouldn't expect me to tell you if i did, would you? i have seen how nicely he is fixed over there on the island, and i am sure that if there wasn't some good reason for it, he would never leave a home like that and go out among strangers."

"he might if he was crazy," suggested willis.

"and where's the boy who would not go crazy after years of solitary confinement, no matter if his prison was furnished like a pal

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ace?" exclaimed roy. "i'll bet you that you could not keep me shut up in any such place as that. i would find some way to open communication with a lawyer, who would call upon that uncle of mine to show cause for detaining me against my will."

"i believe you would," thought willis, who, as he gazed into the boy's flashing eyes, told himself that money would not tempt him to take charge of such a prisoner as roy would be likely to prove. he knew too much, was altogether too wide-awake, and the desperate measures he had adopted to escape from the white squall, after he had been fairly kidnapped, showed that he was by no means lacking in courage.

willis wondered if any of those rebellious ideas had been put into rowe shelly's head since he ran away. if so, the next time his guardian saw him he would probably have an attorney at his back, and then there would be fun on the island. willis really wanted information on this point, and while he was wondering how he could get it without asking questions that might excite roy's suspicions,

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the matter was settled in a most unexpected way. all on a sudden roy staggered to his feet with an exclamation of surprise and pleasure on his lips, and darted forward to fall into the arms of two new-comers, namely arthur hastings and joe wayring.

"where have you been?" said roy, as soon as he could speak. "i have waited and watched for the last seven hours, and you don't know how lonely i have been without you."

"haw!" laughed joe. "we haven't been gone from the hotel more than an hour, and you were not here when we went away."

"we've been up on bank street to call upon mr. wilcox," replied arthur, with a sidelong glance at willis. "where have you been to get mussed up in this way? you are a nice looking specimen, i must say. who's been at you?"

"i can't let everything out at once, so you must ask your questions one at a time," said roy, motioning to his chums to seat themselves. "in the first place, this is mr. willis, colonel shelly's superintendent. my two

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friends, joe wayring and arthur hastings, mr. willis."

to roy's great surprise his companions did not seem particularly pleased to make the acquaintance of mr. willis. they nodded, but did not offer to shake hands with him.

"babcock has made his report and told everything just as it happened," said arthur. "we have seen him, and he says he never would have made the mistake he did if willis had not insisted that you were the boy they were looking for."

"then babcock told you what wasn't so," exclaimed willis.

"that's what he told us, anyhow," said joe. "he's outside now waiting for us, and you can speak to him about it, if you want to."

"waiting for you?" repeated roy. "where are you going?"

"we intended to hire a tug and go over to the island after you," answered arthur.

"but you see there's no need of it, don't you? mr. willis attended to that as soon as he became satisfied that i wasn't rowe shelly."

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"ah! that puts a different look on the matter," said joe. "but where did you get those black eyes if you didn't get them while escaping from the island?"

"i got them on the white squall," replied roy, "and that brings me to the story i was getting ready to tell mr. willis when you came in. but before i begin, go out and ask that detective to come here. i should like to see the photograph he's got in his pocket. i am told it looks just like me."

"and so it does, at first glance," said arthur, rising from his seat. "but the more one gazes upon it, the less it looks like you. you shall see for yourself."

"let me go after babcock, please," willis interposed, "and you stay here and talk to your friends. i will bring him right in."

there was nothing strange in this proposition, so arthur sat down again, while willis went out to make things straight with the detective. he didn't want him to come into roy's presence until he had opportunity to post him.

"so that's the scamp who got you into so

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much trouble, is it?" said arthur, in tones of disgust. "we meant to have him arrested if he didn't talk pretty smoothly to us, and yet we find you and him here as thick as a couple of thieves."

"now, what's the sense in going on like that?" demanded roy. "if i am satisfied with his story, i'm sure you ought to be. willis is all right. the minute he learned that i wasn't rowe shelly, he woke me up in the middle of the night, put me into a boat with two good men to row it, and sent me over to the city. he was as anxious to be rid of me as i was to find you. now see if you can't treat him decently when he comes back."

how willis would have hugged himself if he could have heard roy sheldon say this! there was not the faintest suspicion in the boy's mind that the superintendent had been guilty of treachery, and that he had sent him on board the white squall intending that he should be "shanghaied" and carried so far away from america that he would not get back for six months or a year. if roy had mistrusted that there was anything wrong, his

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fears on that score would have vanished when he saw bob and tony driven forward to do duty before the mast, and their boat given up to the mercy of the waves. he thought they had unwittingly brought themselves and him into serious trouble. that was all there was of it.

i never heard just how willis went to work to put himself on a friendly footing with the detective, but my impression is that he told him the whole truth, and offered babcock a bonus if he would back up anything he might say in the hearing of roy and his friends. at all events that was what the detective did. when he entered the reading-room he took a photograph from his pocket, and after spending a minute or two in comparing it with the face of the boy before him, he stepped up and handed it to roy.

"so that's the way i look when i haven't a black eye and a lame arm, is it?" said the latter, as his gaze rested on the picture. "i know something now i never knew before."

"what is it?" asked joe.

"that i am the handsomest and most

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stylish looking chap in our party," replied roy.

"we haven't time for any more nonsense of that sort," said arthur. "mr. babcock, our missing friend has turned up, as you see, and so we shall not be obliged to go to the island. how much do we owe you?"

"not a red cent," said the detective, who was glad indeed that his mistake and willis's seemed in a fair way to straighten itself out, and that he wasn't going to get into difficulty through the blunder he had made the night before. "i am heartily sorry that i caused you and your friend so much trouble and anxiety."

"but he did his best to undo it," chimed in willis. "he went over to the island and told me to set the boy ashore as soon as i could, and give him a guide to show him to his hotel, and that was the way i came to send him off in the boat that was caught in the storm. i might have waited until morning, but roy wouldn't hear of it."

"of course not," assented roy. "i wanted to see my friends and relieve their suspense."

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"i guess we have asked questions enough for the present," said arthur, who was impatient to know how roy came to have those black eyes, "and now we'd like to have you tell us why you didn't come ashore in better shape, when you had a boat and two good men to manage it for you."

roy's story was none the less interesting because it had been so long delayed. i have told you how he left the island without opportunity to shout his adieu to the superintendent, even if he had thought of it; but he didn't. the waves made a fearful noise as they broke upon the beach, and came with such force that bob and tony were obliged to wade in until the water reached to their waists before they could launch the boat and ship the oars. by the time this had been done, darkness closed down upon them and shut the island from view.

when they got out from under the cliffs where the wind had a fair sweep, the way the boat began to pitch and toss about was alarming, and roy lived in momentary expectation of seeing her come about and start back

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for the island. but he was a canoeist instead of a deep-water sailor, and perhaps that was the reason he was frightened. for he was frightened, as he was afterwards free to confess; more so than he would have been if he could have had a hand in the management of the boat. but there were only two oars, and no rudder to steer by, and all roy could do was to sit still in the stern-sheets and wish the trip was at an end.

"what are you holding so far to the right for?" roy demanded at length, shouting at the top of his voice in order to make himself heard. "the city is off there, more to the left."

"there's a hack-stand where we are headin' for," came a hoarse voice, in reply, "and there you can get a carriage to take you straight to your hotel. more'n that, we dassent run afore the waves with only two oars, for fear that one of 'em will come in over the starn an' sink us. we have to run kinder criss-cross of 'em."

"but you don't take them quartering," protested roy. "you are holding so that they

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strike almost broadside. i'd rather you'd round to and go back. that's what mr. willis told you to do in case you found the wind and sea too heavy for you."

"i'd like mighty well to do it," tony made answer, "but i dassent. now that we've got this fur, we've got to go on. if we should turn around the sea would come pourin' in over the side an' take all hands to the bottom afore you could say 'hard-a-starboard' with your mouth open. do you see that bright light dead ahead? well, there's where the pier is, if we can keep afloat till we get there."

roy may have been mistaken, but he was positive he heard the man add, in a lower tone, as if the words were intended only for his companion's ears:

"cap'n jack must be a-lookin' for a crew to-night, else he wouldn't have that light out so open and suspicious like. well, it's the best kind of a night for that sort of work, but i'm sorry for the poor chaps he gets."

the next time tony faced about on his seat to make sure of the course he was pursuing, the bright light had disappeared; and when the

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wind lulled for a moment, the faint clanking of a capstan came to his ears. the sound seemed to nerve him and bob to greater exertion.

"pull, ye rascal," shouted tony, so that roy could hear it. "it's comin' harder every blessed minute, an' the wind an' tide together is takin' us out to sea as fast as they can. pull, why don't ye? do you see a ship or a coaster anywheres, i don't know? if you do, sing out an' ask 'em can we come aboard of her till the wind dies down a bit."

"look out!" yelled roy, as something black and huge loomed out of the darkness directly in their course. "we're running into a block of houses."

but it was a heavy ship that barred their way, as roy found when they got a little closer to her. she was weighing anchor, and the clanking of the capstan came from her forecastle.

"on deck there!" shouted tony. "goin' to change your berth, or what you goin' to do?"

some answer came back, but, although the

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words were plain enough, roy could not understand it. it was evident, however, that tony could, for he called out:

"goin' to pull farther in for shelter, are you? all right. will you let some tired sailor-men aboard of you to ride in? we'll be glad to lend a hand."

this time there was no mistaking the answer.

"you're as welcome as the flowers in may," said a deep voice. "drop around under our lee and come up."

"be in a hurry, bob," cried tony, as he dropped back upon his seat and gave way on his oar. "the staysail is fillin', an' if she falls off much she'll run us under."

that was a moment of fearful suspense to the inexperienced roy, who, dark as it was, could see that the immense ship was gradually swinging around toward the boat, slowly, to be sure, but with a power that seemed irresistible. but his crew were equal to the occasion. they easily got out of her reach, dropped around under her stern, and when tony gave the word, bob seized the painter

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and tossed it up to some one on deck, who promptly made it fast.

"up you come with a jump," said a commanding voice, as bob went up the painter hand over hand, while tony lingered to stow the oars so that the waves would not wash them out of the boat.

"toddle for'ard and lend a hand with the head-sails, if you know enough to find the ropes in the dark. do you?" added the voice, as bob tumbled over the side and stood upon the deck facing the speaker, who held up a lighted lantern so that he could have a good view of the sailor's features. his own features were revealed as well, and bob stared hard at them.

"well, if you are cap'n jack rowan," was his mental reflection, "you are as fine a specimen of a sea-tiger as i ever looked at; an' i wish tony an' willis an' that young monkey who brought me into your den was all sunk a hunderd fathoms deep, so i do."

"here's another and another," exclaimed the man with the lantern, as roy and tony

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came over the rail. "is that all of you? go for'ard and lend a hand."

"hold hard, sir," said tony. "i've got a letter for you." and after considerable fumbling in the pocket of his pea-jacket with his hand, tony drew it out and gave it to the captain, who said "all right," and hurried to his cabin to read it; for the light of the lantern was so dim that he could not even decipher the writing on the envelope.

"a letter for him!" thought roy. "it's very strange. that looks as though tony expected to find this ship here, and that he was holding straight for her when he declared he was heading for a hack-stand. but what's the odds? i'd rather have a good ship under me than be out in this wind in a cranky little boat."

having never been aboard a seagoing vessel before, roy sheldon would have taken the deepest interest in all that was going on around him if there had only been light enough for him to see plainly; but he made some observations in spite of the darkness. he found that the deck under his feet seemed to be as solid

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as the ground; that the waves which had tossed tony's boat like a chip in a mill-pond had but little effect upon the ship's huge bulk; and he gave it as his private opinion that she was big enough and strong enough to ride out any storm that ever swept the ocean. but there was one thing roy did not know, and he was two or three hundred miles from new london harbor when he found it out. strong as she appeared to be, the ship was unseaworthy, her timbers were decayed, and the underwriters wouldn't look at her. the owner was taking his personal risk in sending her abroad with a valuable cargo, and that was one reason why she had found it so hard to ship a crew.

"lay for'ard an' lend a hand with the head-sails," said tony, when the man with the lantern disappeared down the companion-way. "come along, lad, and we'll make a sailor-man of you."

nothing loth, roy stumbled forward in tony's wake, laid hold of a rope when his guide did, and pulled with all his strength, although he had not the slightest idea what he

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and the rest were pulling for. as often as the flashes of lightning illumined the scene, he improved the opportunity to take a survey of his surroundings; but all he saw was that there was a heavy sail slowly rising over his head, and that there were a goodly number of men on deck, all of whom were working at something. he was so deeply occupied with his own thoughts, wondering how he would feel if he were going to sea on that ship as one of the crew, and be required to scrub decks, tug at wet ropes, go aloft in all sorts of weather, and submit to hard fare and hard treatment besides.—roy's mind was so busy with these reflections that he did not hear the command, "'vast heavin'. slack away on that halliard," nor did he dream that the order was addressed to himself, until the rope, at which he was still pulling with all his might, was jerked from his hands with such force that roy was sent headlong to the deck. he scrambled to his feet as quickly as he could, but before he reached a perpendicular some enraged sailor gave him a hearty kick.

"i guess they don't want me around,"

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thought roy, "and no doubt i am in the way so i'll go aft. is that the way they use a foremast hand, i wonder—kick him when he falls down through no fault of his own? i am glad i am not a sailor."

when roy had a chance to look about him, as he did as often as the lightning flashed over the deck, he saw that a good many things had been done during the few minutes that had elapsed since he boarded the vessel. besides the sailors who were busy with the head-sails, a second party of men, under another officer, had been equally active on the quarter-deck; another huge sail had been given to the breeze, and a man sent to the wheel. the vessel was gathering rapid headway, and, what seemed strange to roy, she was not rounding to in order to go up the harbor, because the lights which pointed out the position of the piers in the lower end of the city were still on the left hand, and one by one they danced away out of sight over the port quarter. the ship was holding straight for the entrance to the bay, through which she would soon pass to the open sea.

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"by gracious! we shall be in a pretty fix if we don't get off immediately," soliloquized roy, holding fast to the rail and looking in vain for tony and bob. "what can those men be thinking of? if they delay much longer i shall cast off in that boat and do the best i can by myself."

"lay aloft and loose to'gallantsails," shouted a voice, almost in roy's ear. "up you go, ye young sea-monkey!"

"i don't belong here," replied roy, turning about and finding himself face to face with one of the mates, who emphasized his order by waving his arm toward the topsail yard. "but i'll do the best i can if you think you can trust me. how long before you are going to run into the harbor?"

if the mate heard and understood the question he did not take the trouble to reply to it. he simply shouted, "lay aloft and be quick about it!" and then backed up against the rail so that he could watch the movements of the men who had already responded to the command to loose topgallant-sails.

"i know i'll not be of the least use up there,"

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said roy, as he scrambled up the ratlines, "but i'll have something to talk about when i get ashore."

roy worked his way upward until his progress was stopped by something that frightened him. it was the futtock-shrouds, the terror of every greenhorn. above his head was a sort of platform, with an opening through it large enough to admit of the passage of an ordinary sized man, and over the edge of it ran a rope ladder to a second series of shrouds leading to a similar platform still higher up. that was the way roy described the situation to himself, and it is the only way i can describe it, for an expert columbia is not supposed to know any thing about ships.

"great scott!" panted roy; "do the sailors, every time they go aloft, have to creep around the outer edge of that platform, and hang with their backs downward, like flies on a ceiling? or do they go through that opening close to the mast? i wonder if that isn't the 'lubber's hole' i have so often read of? i don't care what it is; i'll stay here. but why don't the ship come about and go toward the harbor,

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if she's going to? i wonder if that light off there, which blazes up so brightly every minute or two and then disappears, isn't on the light-ship. if it is, this ship's going to sea, and we'll go with her if we don't get off directly."

while the boy was talking to himself in this way he did not permit anything that transpired within the range of his vision to escape his notice. he might never again have opportunity to see sail made aboard ship, and now was the time for him to learn something. he heard an almost constant scurrying of feet below, mingled with a chorus of unintelligible commands, some of which were addressed to the dozen or more men who were clinging to a swaying yard over his head, and finally an answering "ay, ay, sir," came out of the darkness and the men began to "lay down from aloft." before roy knew what they meant to do, they were crowding past him on their way to the deck. the last to go by him was tony.

"what you doin' here, lad?" he exclaimed. "why didn't you come up higher an' lend a hand with the topsail?"

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"the mate or some other officer told me to come, and here i am; although i assured him i wouldn't be of any use," replied roy. "i was afraid to go any higher. look here; isn't it about time we were going ashore? i don't believe this ship means to go up the harbor at all."

tony made some reply under his breath, but roy did not understand it.

"what's that flash i see every little while off the port bow?" he continued. "it comes from the light-ship which is anchored at the mouth of the harbor, doesn't it? we're going as close to her as we can lie in this wind, and when we pass her we'll be outside, won't we? you had better find out whether or not the captain wants to send any word off in response to the letter you gave him, and then we'll go ashore."

roy was not a little surprised by the way tony acted while he was talking to him. he clung to the shrouds with one hand, holding his hat on with the other, all the time uttering the most incomprehensible ejaculations, and glaring wildly around as if he were trying to

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get his bearings. at last he seemed to recover his power of speech by a mighty effort, and something he said sent a thrill of horror all through roy sheldon.

"she's a-goin', easy enough, an', lad, me an' you an' bob is shanghaied," stammered tony.

roy did not grasp the full meaning of the last word. it was the sailor's manner that impressed and frightened him.