Mooney, hearing voices, ventured to open her door.

The light streamed out and showed the face of the man.

At the sight of it Bob uttered an exclamation.
"Why, it's Captain Spark!" he cried.
"That's what.

You read my signals right, my lad, and if I'm not mistaken, you're Bob Henderson." "Yes, sir." Captain Jeremiah Spark was an old seafaring man.

He was a distant relative of Bob's mother, and, in fact, he was on his way to call on her, having just returned from a long voyage, when he ran into the boys, or, rather, they collided with him.
"So you're playing tricks on a poor, lone widow woman, are you ?" asked the captain in no very pleasant tones.
"We--we didn't mean any harm," said Bob.
"No, I suppose not.