Harry continued calling for five minutes, shaking the door meanwhile. At last, indignant, and for the first time suspecting that something was wrong, he began to kick against the panels violently, calling out:—
“Captain Brandon!”
This time he received attention. Steps were heard outside, a key was put in the lock, and the captain made his appearance.
“What are you kicking up such a row about?” he demanded, harshly.
“Has the vessel sailed?” asked Harry, anxiously.
“Yes, it has.”
“But I am not to go. Can’t you send me on shore?”
The captain answered this appeal, with a horse-laugh.
“Look here, youngster, how far do you think we are from New York?”