"Captain Jenkins can't talk very well, sir," said Sampson, with a conciliatory grin; "but he wants me to ask you what you did to him. He says he bears no grudge."
"Can't tell you," answered Denman, promptly. "It is a trick of Japanese jujutsu, not taught in the schools, and known only to experts. I learned it in Japan when my life was in danger."
Jenkins nodded, as though satisfied with the explanation, and Sampson resumed:
"Another thing we came aft for, Mr. Denman, is to notify you that we must search the skipper's room and the wardroom for whatever money there is on board. There may be none, but we want the last cent."
"What on earth," exclaimed Denman, "do you want with money?" Then, as their faces clouded, he added: "Oh, go ahead. Don't turn my room upside-down. You'll find my pile in a suit of citizen's clothes hanging up. About four and a half."
"Four and a half is a whole lot, sir," remarked Sampson as they descended the wardroom hatch.
"Got any money down below, Florrie?" inquired Denman, joining the girl.
She shook her head. "No. I lost everything but what I wear."
The tears that started to her eyes apprised Denman that hers was more than a money loss; but there is no comfort of mere words for such loss, and he went on quickly:
"They are going through the cabin for money. They'll get all I've got. Did you see any cash in the captain's desk?"