In the meantime the damages of the Susan Jane were made good, and in a day or two there were few signs of the mishap which had befallen her.
Story 1—Chapter IV.
Derelict.
The weather was now fair, and the wind favourable, and they were in high spirits, for they hoped soon to recover the time lost by the accident.
The captain walked up and down the deck with the first mate, rubbing his hands as he watched the full sails, and the water gleaming past her sides.
“We shall do, Seth, we shall do,” he said, “and make a quick voyage of it after all.”
“Mustn’t carry on too much, though, Cap’en!” said the mate with a knowing twinkle of his eye, which the skipper could read plainly enough.
“Stow that, Seth,” said he chuckling. “I s’pose you’ll never let me hear the last of that buster I went t’other day. Don’t you be skeart, old man; you won’t catch this coon napping twice. The breeze is splendid, though, Seth, ain’t it? Guess we’ll make a good run of it after all!”