"The fo'castle of the Victory?" repeated Nelson, puzzled. "Where—who placed me here? And who put this rag on my head?"
"Cap'n Grabon had you carried here. You had a row wid one of de new hands. Don't you remember dat?"
"Certainly I remember it," answered Nelson, and sat up. His head ached severely. "Who are you?"
"My name am Puff Brown. I's de cook ob de boat."
"Oh! And where is Billy Darnley?"
"De feller you had de fight wid?"
"Yes."
"He's on deck, learnin' how to become a sailor."
"I want him arrested. He's a thief."
So speaking, Nelson staggered to his feet and made for the doorway of the forecastle. When he got on deck he stared around him in amazement. The dock had been left behind, and around the ship were the blue waters of New York Bay.