An Unwilling Parson.
Not quite an hour had elapsed, when the sound of oars was again heard; and Captain Tolley, peering through the dark, saw that another form was seated opposite the mate in the stern-sheets of the boat.
"I thought that Simmons would bring him," said Captain Tolley to the second mate; "such a smooth tongue as he has. It is a pity he wasn't a minister himself—his genius is half wasted here."
"Glad to see you on board the Storm King, Master Mather," was the greeting of the Captain, as the minister was helped up to the deck by the mates.
"The Storm King! Why I was told that it was an English frigate, just come into port," said the minister in a surprised voice.
"The messenger must have made a mistake," replied the Captain coolly. "You know that landsmen always do get things mixed.
"Well, as I am here, no matter. Show me the dying man."
"Walk down into the cabin," said the Captain politely.
Entering the cabin which was well lighted, Master Raymond stepped forward, "I am happy to see you, Master Mather. You remember me, do you not?"