“Well, he’s a good sort, too—is Bayard.”
As the old skipper spoke, one of the stewards came on deck with a message from Mrs. Force.
“Would Capt. Grandiere be so good as to send Miss Hedge down to the ladies’ cabin, as it was too late and too cold for her to remain on deck?”
“I will take you down myself,” said the old man.
And he escorted the girl to the door of her stateroom, and bade her good-night.
Rosemary was soon asleep in the upper berth of the room she shared with Wynnette.
But the old skipper spent hours on deck before he turned in.
CHAPTER X
THE PRIVATEER “ARGENTE”
What a night!
The wind rose to a hurricane! It had a thousand voices! It hummed, sang, whistled and hurrahed, as it danced in the rigging. It moaned, wailed, howled and shrieked, as it knocked the ship about. The steamer rocked, tossed and tumbled in the stormy sea; now rising high upon a heaving wave, now dropping into the gulch of the sea.