"I'll make a note about Shanghai Smith, and settle with him in full. But I shall rise higher yet. I know it's in me. Steward!"
"Yes, sir," said the steward.
"I think I'll have some grog."
He drank to the future of Admiral Sir Richard Dunn, master of the California.
THE SETTLEMENT WITH SHANGHAI SMITH.
It is easy to understand that there was something more than a flutter in shipping circles in San Francisco, to say nothing of the sailors' boarding-houses, when a telegram reached that city from New York which was expanded as follows:—
"THE LOST ADMIRAL.
"Admiral Sir Richard Dunn, whose mysterious disappearance in San Francisco three months ago caused such great excitement, has arrived at New York in command of the ship California. He was, it appears, assaulted, and drugged, and put on board that vessel, and owing to a series of exciting incidents during the passage, finally took charge of her. The admiral is in good health. He states that he has no idea who was responsible for the outrage."
The bar-tender at Shanghai Smith's house was the first to spot this cable. He put his hand on the bar and vaulted it.