The last I
remember--passing that high fence--"
But it was all too great a puzzle. Benson finally decided to stop guessing
until some future time. He went on with his dressing. Finally, with his
blouse buttoned as exactly as ever, and his cap placed gingerly on his
aching head, he opened the stateroom door, stepping out into the cabin.
Accustomed as he was to sea motion, the slight roll of the "Farnum" did
not bother the young skipper much. He soon reached the bottom of the short
spiral stairway leading up into the conning tower. Up there, in the
helmsman's seat, he espied Hal Hastings with his hands employed at the
steering apparatus. Hal was looking out over the water, straight ahead.
"Sailing these days without word from your captain, eh?" Jack called, in a
voice that carried, though it shook.
"Gracious--you?" ejaculated Hal, looking down for an instant. Then Hastings
pressed a button connecting with a bell in the engine room.
"I'm going up there with you," Jack volunteered.
"Right-o, if you insist," clicked Eph Somers, appearing from the engine
room and darting to the young skipper's side. True, Jack's head swam a bit
dizzily as he climbed the stairs, but Eph's strong support made the task
much easier.
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