“Something must be wrong with you, Cap’n. You’re too polite to me this morning.”
“No, it’s genuine gratitude,” replied the skipper. “Your father was right when he said you couldn’t do carpentering-work for nuts.”
“Shoot!” replied George, with an air of suspicion.
“We mended that broken place on the rail together, didn’t we?” said Jack.
“Well, you sawed the piece and I nailed it on,” agreed George.
“Yes. And not knowing better, you left the sharp end of a nail sticking up. Come and look at it.”
George hopped out of the bunk and followed his chum on deck.
A fragment of gray cloth was adhering to the sharp point.
“It’s our ghost-trap!” said Jack.