CONTENTS
| PAGE | |
| The White Ghost of Disaster | [5] |
| The Light Ahead | [42] |
| The Wreck of the "Rathbone" | [76] |
| The After Bulkhead | [105] |
| Captain Junard | [123] |
| In the Wake of the Engine | [148] |
| In the Hull of the "Heraldine" | [172] |
| A Two-Stranded Yarn—Part I | [198] |
| A Two-Stranded Yarn—Part II | [234] |
| At the End of the Drag-Rope | [263] |
| Pirates Twain | [279] |
| The Judgment of Men | [310] |
| On Going to Sea | [333] |
THE WHITE GHOST OF DISASTER
We had been sitting in at the game for more than an hour, and no life had entered it. The thoughts of all composing that little group of five in the most secluded corner of the ship's smoking room were certainly not on the game, and three aces lay down to fours up.
The morose and listless ship's officer out of a berth, although he spoke little—if at all—seemed to put a spell of uneasiness and unrest on the party. The others did not know him or his history; but his looks spelled disaster and misfortune.
At last Charlie Spangler, the noted journalist, keen for a story or two, threw down his cards, exclaiming: "Let's quit. None of us is less uneasy than the rest of the ship's passengers."
"Yes," chimed in Arthur Linch, the noted stock-broker. "We have endeavored to banish the all-pervading thought, 'will the ship arrive safely without being wrecked,' and have failed miserably. Cards will not do it." This seemed to express the sentiments of everybody except the morose mariner, whose thoughts nobody could read or fathom. He sat there, deep in his chair, gazing at a scene or scenes none of us could see or appreciate.