You and Frank can keep watch while Dick steers: he's a good steerer." Whatever Dab said was "orders" now on board "The Swallow;" and Ford's only reply was,-- "If you haven't earned a good nap, then nobody has." Dick, too, responded promptly and cheerfully; and in five minutes more the patient and skilful young "captain" was sleeping like a top.
"Look at him," said Ford Foster to Frank Harley.

"I don't know what he's made of.

He's been at that tiller for twenty-three hours by the watch, in all sorts of weather, and never budged." "They don't make that kind of boy in India," replied Frank.
"He's de bes' feller you ebber seen," added Dick Lee.

"I's jes' proud ob him, I is!" Smoothly and swiftly and safely "The Swallow" was bearing her precious cargo across the summer sea; but the morning had brought no comfort to the two homes at the head of the inlet, or the humble cabin in the village.

Old Bill Lee was out in the best boat he could borrow, by early daylight; and more than one of his sympathizing neighbors followed him a little later.