"We can't keep her so," replied the captain, accepting his chair. "We must land too often. Where's your crony?"
"The commodore? He's turned in." After a pause—"Father, you've shipped a lot of trouble."
"Yes," was the light response, "counting Hayle's twins."
"I wish you'd give me full charge of them."
"Do you?" laughed the father. "Take it. You hear them, don't you?"
They were easy to hear, down on the forward freight deck, dancing round a bottle of liquor, and——
"Singing 'Gideon's Band,'" said Hugh listening.
"Yes," said the amused captain, "after pledging me on their honor to go straight to bed." Hugh started away so abruptly that his father asked: "Where are you bound?"
"I'm going to send them to bed."
"Both of them?" smilingly asked the captain.