The captain's cry was echoed forward, and three of the crew dived with marvellous skill into the forecastle.

The boy and two others dashed into the galley so hurriedly that the cook, who was peeping out, was borne backwards on to the stove and kept there, the things he said in the heat of the moment being attributed to excitement and attracting no attention.

Tredgold, Brisket, and Stobell dodged behind the galley, and Mr.Chalk was left to gaze in open-mouthed wonder at the shrinking figure of Mr.Duckett at the wheel.

They regarded each other in silence, until a stealthy step behind Mr.Chalk made him turn round smartly.

Mr.Stobell, who was stealing up to secure him, dodged hastily behind the mainmast.
"Stobell!" cried Mr.Chalk, faintly.
"It's all right," said the other.
Mr.Chalk regarded his proceedings in amazement.