Randall opened the office door and called:
“Wendel, come in here!”
The next moment there appeared in the doorway the figure of a sailor of the old-time type, who spliced the mainbrace and made sennit in the forecastle in the palmy days of the “tea wagons” and seventy-four gun frigates.
Jack Wendel pulled his foretop respectfully before Frank, and said:
“With submission, sir, just come aboard, and at your service!”
“Glad to meet you, sir!” said Frank, warmly. “Sit down. My friend here tells me that you have a wonderful yarn to tell.”
Wendel shot a shrewd glance at Frank, then said:
“It is not a yarn, skipper. It is a true story, on my honor!”
“Very good,” said Frank. “I should be glad to have you repeat it to me.”
“And you, sir?”