The ladder was hoisted and fastened to an upper rail, but as they drew up to the smooth sides a close-cropped bullet-head projected from the bulwarks and a gruff voice demanded: "Well, what's wanted ?" "We want to see Captain Carg," called Arthur, in reply.
The head wagged sidewise.
"No one allowed aboard," said the man.
"Here's a letter to the captain, from Mr.Jones," said Maud, exhibiting it.
The word seemed magical.

Immediately the head disappeared and an instant later the boarding ladder began to descend.

But the man, a sub-officer dressed in a neat uniform of white and gold, came quickly down the steps and held out his hand for the letter.
"Beg pardon," said he, touching his cap to the ladies, "but the rules are very strict aboard the _Arabella_.

Will you please wait until I've taken this to the captain?
Thank you!" Then he ran lightly up the steps and they remained seated in the launch until he returned.
"The captain begs you to come aboard," he then said, speaking very respectfully but with a face that betrayed his wonder at the order of his superior.

Then he escorted them up the side to the deck, which was marvelously neat and attractive.