“Do you suppose the captain will come after him if he gets home?” asked Dan.
“How about that, Spencer?” Nelson questioned. “Do you think the captain would take you away again?”
“No, sir,” answered the boy, with a decisive shake of his head. “Ma wouldn’t let him after I’d told her about his beating me.”
“Well, then,” said Nelson, “what we’ve got to do is to get you home. Let’s see that chart of the Long-Island coast, Dan. It’s down there in the locker.”
The chart was produced and spread out on Nelson’s knees.
“Now, let’s see. Where’s Mullen’s Cove situated, Spencer?”
“It’s near Mattituck, sir.”
“Mattituck, Mattituck,” murmured Nelson. “That has a familiar sound. Let me see, now, where—Oh, here it is! And here’s Mullen’s Cove, too.”
“May I look at it, sir?” asked Spencer eagerly.
“Yes; come here. Here it is, see?”