The captain met them at the head of the stairs. He was a genial-featured son of Britain.
“I greet you, gentlemen,” he said. “I am Theodore Briggs, captain of this ship.”
“I am Frank Reade, Jr., captain of the Dolphin,” replied Frank. “This is my friend, Mr. Stanhope.”
This formality over, the captain of the Southampton led the way to his cabin.
“You will share my hospitality,” he said. “A glass of old Madeira.”
The wine was good, and at once established good feelings.
After a few cursory remarks, Captain Briggs ventured to ask:
“In your hail, Captain Reade, you vouchsafed the statement that I could help you. I should be pleased to know in what way?”
“Certainly,” replied Frank. “But first, let me tell you a strange story.”
Then he recited the object of their mission in these seas, and dwelt particularly upon the sad fate of poor Albert Tucker.