"Where is Mr. Randall? has he come on board?" he inquired, turning to the second mate.
"No, sir; I have not seen him this morning," was the reply.
"When he comes on board tell him I wish to see him immediately."
"Very well, sir."
The captain went to his cabin, and about five minutes later the individual after whom he inquired came aboard. We recognize in him an old acquaintance; no other than the nocturnal visitor who excited such fearful apprehensions in the mind of old Peter Manson the miser.
"Where is Captain Brace, Mr. Bigelow?" he inquired of the second mate.
"In the cabin, Mr. Randall. He wishes to see you."
"And I wish to see him, so we can suit each other's convenience. How long since did he ask for me?"
"Only two or three minutes. He has just gone below."