in his father's eyes, while the "Flash"
felt as if it were going up--up--up into the skies, and then
down--down--down--into the depths of the sea.

"You call, sir?" said a voice, and the Captain's neat-looking servant
came to the door.

"Call? Yes! No! How came this boy here?"

"Boy, sir," said the man, gazing at the miserably limp little object
before him.

"Yes, boy: my son. When did he come on board?"

"Dunno, sir. Didn't you bring him?"

"I? Absurd! That will do."

The man left the cabin, and seeing how ill the boy was, Captain Trevor
lifted him up and laid him on a cushioned locker.

"How came you here, sir? What monkey's trick is this?" cried the
Captain angrily.

"You--you did no--bid me good-bye," said the boy feebly, with his eyes
half-closed. "I came because--you were angry with me--say good-bye."

"Tut--tut--tut--tut!" said the Captain.

"Please forgive me, father. I haven't eaten anything--I--I feel so
sick."

"My poor boy!" muttered the Captain, as he grasped the meaning of it
all, and his eyes turned a little dim. "There, there, Bob, it was all a
mistake. I was not angry with you. Come, come, hold up," he cried, with
a smile which made the boy cling to his hand. "You a Skipper, and can't
stand a sea like this? But do you know where you are?"

The boy could not trust himself to speak, but he nodded and pointed
down to the cabin floor.

"Here," said the Captain, looking puzzled. "Yes, you are here sir. Do
you know what a muddle you've made?"

Poor Bob groaned, and his father scratched his head.

"No help for it," muttered the Captain. "Must put in at Mount's Bay.
Tut--tut--tut--tut!"

The faintly heard sound of the gong made him look up sharply. The
vibration ceased, for the propeller had ceased to revolve.

A glance through the cabin window explained why. The "Flash" had glided
into a dense bank of dry fog, and the Captain could not see a yard
beyond the panes of glass.

The next minute the cabin was filled with the dismal roaring of the
fog-horn, to warn other vessels of their presence there, and, before a
minute had elapsed, the Captain uttered a sharp ejaculation, and sprang
to the cabin door, for a fresh roar sounded close at hand, telling that
another ship was somewhere near. He rushed on deck, to hear a cry of
horror raised by the watch, and the sharp tinging of the gong, for the
engines to be turned astern.

_Too late!_ For at the same moment, the huge prow of a great Atlan