s the girl opened
the front door.

"Good-by," she said, gently. "Write and tell me when you are safe."

Captain Bligh promised, and walked slowly up the road. So far from
people attempting to arrest him, they vied with each other in giving him
elbow-room. He reached the harbor unmolested, and, lurking at a
convenient corner, made a careful survey. A couple of craft were working
out their coal, a small steamer was just casting loose, and a fishing-
boat gliding slowly over the still water to its berth. His own schooner,
which lay near the colliers, had apparently knocked off work pending his
arrival. For Sergeant Pilbeam he looked in vain.

He waited a minute or two, and then, with a furtive glance right and
left, strolled in a careless fashion until he was abreast of one of the
colliers. Nobody took any notice of him, and, with his hands in his
pockets, he gazed meditatively into the water and edged along towards his
own craft. His foot trembled as he placed it on the plank that formed
the gangway, but, resisting the temptation to look behind, he gained the
deck and walked forward.

"Halloa! What do you want?" inquired a sea-man, coming out of the
galley.

"All right, Bill," said the skipper, in a low voice. "Don't take any
notice of me."

"Eh?" said the seaman, starting. "Good lor'! What ha' you----"

"Shut up!" said the skipper, fiercely; and, walking to the forecastle,
placed his hand on the scuttle and descended with studied slowness. As
he reached the floor the perturbed face of Bill blocked the opening.

"Had an accident, cap'n?" he inquired, respectfully.

"No," snapped the skipper. "Come down here--quick! Don't stand up there
attracting attention. Do you want the whole town round you? Come down!"

"I'm all right where I am," said Bill, backing hastily as the skipper,
putting a foot on the ladder, thrust a black and furious face close to
his.

"Clear out, then," hissed the skipper. "Go and send the mate to me.
Don't hurry. And if anybody noticed me come aboard and should ask you
who I am, say I'm a pal of yours."

The seaman, marvelling greatly, withdrew, and the skipper, throwing
himself on a locker, wiped a bit of grit out of his eye and sat down to
wait for the mate. He was so long in coming that he waxed impatient, and
ascending a step of the ladder again peeped on to the deck. The first
object that met his gaze was the figure of the mate leaning against the
side of the sh