"Who are you then?" asked Bessie, now really alarmed.
"Well, I'm Mrs. Vincent, of course. This is my husband's vessel, and I never expect to be a servant to anybody," answered the woman, rather indignant at being thought a stewardess, even in the dark. "Now, who are you?"
"I am Miss Watson," replied Bessie, her heart sinking within her, so that she could hardly utter the words.
"Miss Watson! Bless me! What, Mr. Watson's daughter?"
"Yes."
"Well, that is strange, sure enough!"
"Is Captain Dock Vincent your husband?" asked Bessie, almost choked with terror.
"Certainly he is."
"And this vessel is not The Starry Flag?"
"Why, no; it's the Caribbee. How on earth came you here?"