But Rexdale did not make the report. The next morning he was waited upon, to his utter bewilderment, by Oto himself, obsequious, deft, and silent as of old!
CHAPTER VI. A SCRAP IN MALTA.
The lieutenant-commander rubbed his eyes and stared at the little brown man in utter amazement.
"Oto!" he exclaimed at length. "You here?"
"Yes, sir," replied Oto, placing a steaming cup of hot coffee at the right hand of the officer.
"Come round here where I can see you. When did you come on board?"
"This morning, sir, at about three bells."
"Who brought you? Did you swim back?" demanded Rexdale, still mystified.