"You're hungry, I suppose," suggested Ab, looking at the stranger. "I'll pass word for our second stew——"
"I guess I shall be hungry when I get it fully through my head that I'm safe," laughed the rescued one. "Just at present I'd rather go below and warm myself."
Ab blew his mate's whistle for the third seaman of the watch.
"My man," he directed, "take this man down to the motor room. Tell Mr. Randolph it will be all right for Mr.——"
"Cragthorpe is my name," supplied the stranger.
"Tell Mr. Randolph it will be all right for Mr. Cragthorpe to dry himself off in the engine room," continued First Officer Perkins. "When you get hungry, come up on deck. Mr. Costigan will see that you're fed if I'm not here."
The rescued one, after offering profuse thanks, was led below by the seaman guide.
"Mr. Costigan, what do you know about the 'Dolbear'?" called up Ab, softly.
"She belongs to the New Zealand line, and is due in 'Frisco about this present time," replied the third officer from the bridge.
"Then it's all right, as far as Cragthorpe goes?"