With this rather vague remark Mr. Craddock sat down, breathing heavily, for he had been running.
Mr. Grant read the letter. It was from Peter, and was headed, "s.s. Boanerges, Bahia, Brazil."
It was a breezy letter, relating at some length Peter's adventures on the High Seas between Las Palmas and South America.
"I'm quite happy," it went on, "only I'd like to see you all again very soon. We're off round the Horn and then to Sydney and Singapore. I'm now rated as Able Seaman, and it's a topping life. Hope you got my letter and cablegram from Las Palmas. "Your ever loving son, "PETER CRADDOCK."
"We never got either, but I suppose they'll come along soon," said Mr. Craddock, referring to the last passage of his son's letter. "I'm real curious to know how he got picked up."
"And so am I," added the Scoutmaster, who looked as if he were ten years younger than he did ten minutes before. "And won't he be able to tell some stories of his adventures when he does return! Able seaman already, too."
"Ay," said Mr. Craddock. "Sounds grand—not that I know what an able seaman is exactly. 'Tany rate, he says he's doing well, thanks to his training as a Sea Scout."
THE END.
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Transcriber's Notes:
This book contains a number of misprints. The following misprints have been corrected: