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СКАЧАТЬ want to ask a favor, Mrs. Brownrig. Unfortunately I am a little deaf in the right ear, caused, I presume, by listening so much with that ear to the fog horn year in and year out. Now, I always place the lady whose conversation I wish most to enjoy on my left hand at table. Would you oblige me by taking that seat this voyage? I have heard of you, you see, Mrs. Brownrig, although you have never crossed with me before."

      "Why, certainly, captain," replied Mrs. Brownrig; "I feel especially complimented."

      "And I assure you, madam," said the polite captain, "that I would not for the world miss a single word that," etc.

      And thus it was amicably arranged between the two ladies. All this has nothing whatever to do with the story. It is merely an incident given to show what a born diplomat Capt. Rice was and is to this day. I don't know any captain more popular with the ladies than he, and besides he is as good a sailor as crosses the ocean.

      Day by day the good ship ploughed her way toward the east, and the passengers were unanimous in saying that they never had a pleasanter voyage for that time of the year. It was so warm on deck that many steamer chairs were out, and below it was so mild that a person might think he was journeying in the tropics. Yet they had left New York in a snow storm with the thermometer away below zero.

      "Such," said young Spinner, who knew everything, "such is the influence of the Gulf Stream."

      Nevertheless when Capt. Rice came down to lunch the fourth day out his face was haggard and his look furtive and anxious.

      "Why, captain," cried Mrs. Assistant-Attorney, you look as if you hadn't slept a wink last night."

      "I slept very well, thank you, madam." replied the captain. "I always do."

      "Well, I hope your room was more comfortable than mine. It seemed to me too hot for anything. Didn't you find it so, Mrs. Digby?"

      "I thought it very nice," replied the lady at the captain's right, who generally found it necessary to take an opposite view from the lady at the left.

      "You see," said the captain, "we have many delicate women and children on board and it is necessary to keep up the temperature. Still, perhaps the man who attends to the steam rather overdoes it. I will speak him."

      Then the captain pushed from him his untasted food and went up on the bridge, casting his eye aloft at the signal waving from the masthead, silently calling for help to all the empty horizon.

      "Nothing in sight, Johnson?" said the captain.

      "Not a speck, sir."

      The captain swept the circular line of sea and sky with his glasses, then laid them down with a sigh.

      "We ought to raise something this afternoon, sir," said Johnson; "we are right in their track, sir. The Fulda ought to be somewhere about."

      "We are too far north for the Fulda, I am afraid," answered the captain.

      "Well, sir, we should see the Vulcan before night, sir. She's had good weather from Queenstown."

      "Yes. Keep a sharp lookout, Johnson."

      "Yes, sir."

      The captain moodily paced the bridge with his head down.

      "I ought to have turned back to New York," he said to himself.

      Then he went down to his own room, avoiding the passengers as much as he could, and had the steward bring him some beef-tea. Even a captain cannot live on anxiety.

      "Steamer off the port bow, sir," rang out the voice of the lookout at the prow. The man had sharp eyes, for a landsman could have seen nothing.

      "Run and tell the captain," cried Johnson to the sailor at his elbow, but as the sailor turned the captain's head appeared up the stairway. He seized the glass and looked long at a single point in the horizon.

      "It must be the Vulcan," he said at last.

      "I think so, sir."

      "Turn your wheel a few points to port and bear down on her."

      Johnson gave the necessary order and the great ship veered around.

      "Hello!" cried Spinner, on deck. "Here's a steamer. I found her. She's mine."

      Then there was a rush to the side of the ship. "A steamer in sight!" was the cry, and all books and magazines at once lost interest. Even the placid, dignified Englishman who was so uncommunicative, rose from his chair and sent his servant for his binocular. Children were held up and told to be careful, while they tried to see the dim line of smoke so far ahead.

      "Talk about lane routes at sea," cried young Spinner, the knowing. "Bosh, I say. See! we're going directly for her. Think what it might be in a fog! Lane routes! Pure luck, I call it."

      "Will we signal to her, Mr. Spinner?" gently asked the young lady from

       Boston.

      "Oh, certainly," answered young Spinner. "See there's our signal flying from the masthead now. That shows them what line we belong to."

      "Dear me, how interesting," said the young lady. "You have crossed many times, I suppose, Mr. Spinner."

      "Oh, I know my way about," answered the modest Spinner.

      The captain kept the glasses glued to his eyes. Suddenly he almost let them drop.

      "My God! Johnson," he cried.

      "What is it, sir?"

      "She's flying a signal of distress, too!"

      The two steamers slowly approached each other and, when nearly alongside and about a mile apart, the bell of the Adamant rang to stop.

      "There, you see," said young Spinner to the Boston girl, "she is flying the same flag at her masthead that we are."

      "Then she belongs to the same line as this boat?"

      "Oh, certainly," answered Mr. Cock-Sure Spinner.

      "Oh, look! look! look!" cried the enthusiastic Indianapolis girl who was going to take music in Germany.

      Everyone looked aloft and saw running up to the masthead a long line of fluttering, many-colored flags. They remained in place for a few moments and then fluttered down again, only to give place to a different string. The same thing was going on on the other steamer.

      "Oh, this is too interesting for anything," said Mrs. Assistant. "I am just dying to know what it all means. I have read of it so often but never saw it before. I wonder when the captain will come down. What does it all mean?" she asked the deck steward.

      "They are signalling to each other, madam."

      "Oh, I know that. But what are they signalling?"

      "I don't know, madam."

      "Oh, see! see!" cried the Indianapolis girl, clapping her hands with delight. "The other steamer is turning round."

      It was indeed so. СКАЧАТЬ