"Write me out an advertisement for the newspapers. My eddication ain't none of the best, and my hand's more used to a marline spike than it is to a pen."
"Willingly. What do you want to advertise?"
"I want to put a notice in for my brother-in-law. I'll give you all the particulars."
"Very well. Have you pen, ink and paper?"
"Yes; Betty, will you bring 'em?"
Mrs. Linyard nodded.
A few minutes later the dishes were cleared away, and Richard prepared to write out the advertisement.
CHAPTER IX.
LOCKED OUT.
During Richard's and Doc Linyard's meal the Watch Below had been gradually filling up, principally with sailors, the majority of whom were short, heavy-set men, who clapped each other on the back and carried on their conversation in a sea lingo that was nearly unintelligible to Richard.