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CONTENTS
OF
THE SECOND VOLUME
| CHAPTER | PAGE | |
| XV. | A SINGULAR PLOT | [ 1] |
| XVI. | WE SIGHT A WRECK | [ 22] |
| XVII. | THE ‘MAGICIENNE’ | [ 45] |
| XVIII. | ADRIFT | [ 66] |
| XIX. | NIGHT | [ 86] |
| XX. | I SEARCH THE WRECK | [ 108] |
| XXI. | WE SIGHT A SAIL | [ 134] |
| XXII. | THE ‘LADY BLANCHE’ | [ 156] |
| XXIII. | CAPTAIN BRAINE | [ 178] |
| XXIV. | THE CREW OF THE BARQUE | [ 202] |
| XXV. | I KEEP A LOOKOUT | [ 223] |
| XXVI. | I AM QUESTIONED | [ 245] |
| XXVII. | THE BRIG’S LONGBOAT | [ 269] |
| XXVIII. | I QUESTION WETHERLY | [ 289] |
MY SHIPMATE LOUISE
CHAPTER XV
A SINGULAR PLOT
It speedily ran amongst us of the cuddy that the dead sailor who had been so very impressively interred by old Keeling had returned to the ship, and was alive in some part of her, secure in handcuffs or in leg-irons; but so much was made of the fire which had broken out that Crabb’s reappearance lost as a miracle half the weight it would have carried had it happened alone. Besides, the sense of the people soon gathered that the business was a plot which had been managed with astonishing cleverness, and it all seemed plain as mud in a wine-glass when the whisper went round that Hemmeridge was under arrest as an arch-conspirator in the matter. And certainly it made one feel far from comfortable even to think that for the past weeks a ruffian of a true piratical complexion had been secreted in the ship’s hold, where his confederates would keep him supplied with tobacco and the means of lighting it, and where, in his borings and pryings, he was tolerably certain to have stumbled upon something inflammatory in the shape of spirits. Indeed, it made me draw my breath short when my mind went to the rum puncheons and the powder-magazine below, and to the vision of Crabb, drunk, stupidly groping with a naked light in his hand, during some midnight hour, maybe, when we were all in bed.