"Yes," said the Doctor. "Let me introduce you. This is Zuzana, Captain—er——"
But the Captain interrupted him by calling for a sailor, who stood near.
"I'll teach you to leave Noah's arks at anchor on the high seas for the navy to bump into, my fine deep-sea philanderer! Think the shipping laws are made for a joke? Here," he turned to the sailor, who had come in answer to his call, "Master-at-arms, put this man under arrest."
"Aye, aye, sir," said the master-at-arms. And before the Doctor knew it he had handcuffs fastened firmly on his wrists.
"But this lady was in distress," said the Doctor. "I was in such a hurry I forgot all about lighting the ship. In fact, it wasn't dark yet when I left."
"Take him below!" roared the Captain. "Take him below before I kill him."
And the poor Doctor was dragged away by the Master-at-arms toward a stair leading to the lower decks. But at the head of the stairs he caught hold of the handrail and hung on long enough to shout back to the Captain:
"I could tell you where Jimmie Bones is, if I wanted to."
"What's that?" snorted the Captain. "Here, bring him back! What was that you said?"
"I said," murmured the Doctor, getting his handkerchief out and blowing his nose with his handcuffed hands, "that I could tell you where Jimmie Bones is—if I wanted to."