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your loft little toe. Your arms and I
observed them when you enmo on board
show no scar of vaccination. Yet, you
are vaccinated. Oh, and I can tell you
other things! For instance "
"Xol No! don't!" Mrs. Gifford
cried out, while her cheeks llamed con
firmatory shame.
Sedloy Brown stared nt hor, mildly
suspicious and mildly jealous.
"Well, 1 guess I know whnt I don't
know," Captain Decker bragged.
"Things outside my experience. I'e
delivered the goods, ain't If"
"But you have no right " Patty
began indignantly and brokenly. "Be
sides, you don't know. You can't know."
"And as for yon, young lady, there
are things I know that would make you
blush worse than your mother. Oh, 1
know you from the ground up. Shall 1
tell them of a certaiii mark "
"No! No! No!" Patty entreated.
"Huh!" Captain Decker shruuged his
shoulders, shifting his gaze from one
mortified womnn to the other. "1 guess
; 1 'm some psychologist. 1 know lots of
, things outside my experience."
"Why don't you tell me something
about myself.'" Temple Harrison chal
lenged, out of pity for Patty and her
mother.
"1 don't know anything about you,"
was the answer. "May be, I'm not in
terested." Afterward, in a secluded corner on
deck, Harrison told Patty that tho whole
thing was impossible.
"But mother has tho mole," she re
plied. "I am firmly convinced of telepathy,"
was Mrs. Gilford's judgment. "But Oh,
that terrible man! 1 shall not dare think
nny thought in his presence. IIo is able
to read my mind like n book."
"I don't know what to believe," said
Seil ley Brown. "It is nil very strange,
1 am sure, and I should liko to see it
cleared up."
His wish was destined to bo quickly
gratified. Thnt afternoon Captan Decker
caught Willie smoking a cigarette in tho
sail locker and promptly rope Vended
mm. 1 hen he sent him alott in a bos
un's chair to tar down the main rigging.
By this time tho skipper was in a nasty
temper. He scared the two maids to the
verge of hysteria, bullied Peyton into a
semi-comatose condition of yammering
apology for existing, cursed the cabin
boy, went for'ard to tho galley and
thrashed the cook among his pots and
pans, and, returning to tho poop, Hew in
to a proper sea rage with Flat-Nose Huss.
I That cowed mariner muttered and mum
bled excuses, and cowered away each
time the skipper, pacing the deck like a
wild animal, passed him.
Tho survivors of the Mingalia wero
compelled to listen to this tirade. There
was no escaping it by going below, for
the skipper's voice penetrated every
where. Besides, they had tried that in
previous outbursts, nnd by so doing, had
only succeeded in arousing greater iro in
Captain Decker. Sedley Brown stood in
a passively protecting attitude beside
Mrs. GilTord, who wns seated iu a can
vas deck chair. Patty and Temple Har
rison had drawn close together, and ho
was holding her hand. And still Captain
Decker raged nnd roared up and down.
It was Harrison who saw the whole
extent of what happened. Chancing to
glance aloft at Willie swaying airily iu
his bosun's chair, Harrison was amazed
at the ferocious hatred that contorted
that mild youth's face.
From tho bosun's chair wns suspended
a tar pot. As Harrison watched, Willie
wrapped his legs about the shrouds, and,
both hands free, proceeded to untie the
tnr pot. Holding it in his hand, ho
waited. Cantain Decker was pacing to
I nnd fro beneath him. Harrison saw the
youth poise the tar pot, tuno the cap
tain's stride, and let go.
Without turning over, bottom down
ward, the )ot struck Captain Decker's
head. He immediately sat down on tho
deck. None of the tnr fell on him. Tho
pot struck his head so squarely that it
bounced off nnd spilled on the deck. Mrs.
Gifford, n vision of violent death for her
youngest born strong upon her, screamed
nnd fainted. Patty likewise screamed,
and was caught about the waist by Har
rison. No one moved nor spoke. All
gazed upon Captain Decker.
He still sat on the deck, stupidly look
ing nt his hands. On his face was painted
a curious disgust. He did not like his
hands. He tried to get away from them,
to lling them from him. Failing this, as
in n dream, he contemplated them. He
rubbed them together, and into his eves
sprang astonishment, in that sensation
told him that they belonged to him. He
stared at his clothes, and about him at
those who looked on.
"What "II I do with the boy, sir?"
asked Flat-Nose Huss, hovering solici
tously near.
Captain Decker looked at his mate and
shrank uwny.
He strove to speak, and seemed to fail
to manipulate his voice.
"What boy? What?" he managed
to articulate at last, iu tones of modu
lated huskiness unlike anything they had
ever heard from his lips. He gazed at
the mate long and wonderingly. "Who
are youf Please go away. 'Will you
call the police. Something terrible has
happened to me."
Aloft, terror-stricken, Willie Gifford
peered down. The big mate, perplexed,
could only stare and sway to the roll of
the schooner. All stared even the man
at the wheel, whose expressionless face
was belied by the eager curiosity iu his
eyes.
"Something terrible has happened,"
Captain Decker repeated, his voice husk
ily plaintive.
He started to get to his feet, and
.shrank nway from tho mate who helped
him. lie staggered to the rail and held
on to tho shrouds, looking in bewilder
inent at the trade-wind sea.
At this juncture, Mrs. Gilford arose
from her chair, supported by Sedley
Brown's nrm around her waist. The
skipper looked at him and started.
"Why, Sedley," he said, "it is you.
But what has happened? You look so
old. Have you been sick?" His eyes
passed on to Mrs. Gilford. "Amelia!"
ho cried. The arm around her waist
seemed to excito him. "Sedley, are you
aware of what you are doing? That is
my wife. Kindly remove your arm.
Amelia, I .... 1 am surprised."
He stepped toward her; but she cow
ered away.
"Oh, that terrible man!" sho sobbed,
and hid her faco against Sedley
Brown 's shoulder.
"Amelia! what is the matter?" the
skipper pleaded anxiously. "Sedley,
please remove your arm from my wife.
You will make me very angry."
Patty was tho first to divino the situa
tion. " Father! " sho exclaimed. "Oh, Fa
ther! And we all thought you were
dead."
"Dead? Fiddlesticks! 1 don't know
you. Go nway. 1 am not your father,
young woman. I wish to know "
But hero the skipper again caught
sight of his hands nnd tried to lling them
from him.
"Mother don't you understand?"
Patty was now by Mrs. Gilford's side.
"It's father! Look at him! Speak to
him!"
Mrs. Gilford stolo a shuddering look.
Captain Decker was running the tips of
his fingers over his face.
."Seth is it you?" she murmured
faintly.
"Whnt silliness!" tho skipper re
torted. "Of course, it is I. But my
face, my lieiinl .... what has hap
pened. I am smooth shaven .... Ame
lia, tell me. Who is this young woman?
Sedley, for tho third timo I nsk you to
remove vour arm. ' '
"Setli! Bless me, it is Seth." Sed
ley Brown advanced to shake hands;
then, he staggered nway to tho cabiu
wall, against which ho lenned.
"But why are wo out sailing?" Mr.
Gifford complained. IIo looked about,
and his eyes lighted on Flat-Nose Uuss.
"If yon are the captain, sir, it will be
best for you to put your vessel about at
mice and return to San Francisco. Oh,
1 know! I am beginning to remember.
It was an outrage. Tho police must in
vestigate at once. Last night .... I
was set upon. I was clubbed on tho head
repeatedly. It's a mercy my skull wns n't
broken." He gingerly felt his head uu-
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