Leslie never thought he was dead--and she was right.

A thousand pities too! The next summer Captain Jim was in Havana--that was before he gave up the sea, of course.

He thought he'd poke round a bit--Captain Jim was always meddlesome, just like a man--and he went to inquiring round among the sailors' boarding houses and places like that, to see if he could find out anything about the crew of the Four Sisters.

He'd better have let sleeping dogs lie, in my opinion! Well, he went to one out-of-the-way place, and there he found a man he knew at first sight it was Dick Moore, though he had a big beard.

Captain Jim got it shaved off and then there was no doubt--Dick Moore it was--his body at least.