The next thing I heard was a rapping on my door, and Dr.
Christobal's voice bidding me hurry if I would see the entrance to the
harbor."
The two men exchanged glances. Courtenay laughed, so pleasantly that
it was good to hear.
"Yet there was I up aloft, maneuvering the ship in the firm faith that
Dr. Christobal was busy in the cook's galley," said he.
"Ah, we have news for you," cried Elsie. "One of the poor fellows who
was knocked on the head during that terrible fight for the boats was
the master cook himself. He is better now, and breakfast can be ready
in five minutes. I'll go and tell him."
She ran off, and Joey scampered by her side, for he knew quite well
where the kitchen lay.
"Bromide is useful at times," murmured Christobal, watching Elsie until
she had disappeared. Then he turned to Courtenay.
"I suppose you have seen nothing of the boats?"
"No sign whatever. And I could hardly have missed them if they were
here. They may have escaped, but I doubt it. The sea ran very high
for a time, and the _Kansas_ scraped past so many reefs that it was
almost impossible for each of the three boats to have done the same.
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