 roar in which Sam, to his amazement, fancied that the
cook joined. He was still listening in a state of maddening perplexity
when he heard the cook's voice again.

"Poor old Sam!" it said distinctly. "Poor old Sam! I'd 'ave given
anythin' to 'ave seen him."

The listener stiffened up suddenly and, holding his breath, went off on
tiptoe down the street, the sounds of the foolish mirth in the bar
ringing in his ears as he went. His brain was in a whirl, but two
definite objects shaped themselves in his mind as he walked fiercely
on--to smash first the syndicate, and then the cook. With these ideas
firmly fixed he went aboard again, and going into the lonely foc'sle,
climbed into his bunk and forgot his sorrows in sleep--in a sleep so
sound that the others, upon their return an hour later, failed to wake
him, until Henry, as a last expedient, threw a slice of bread at him.
After which everybody had to keep awake all night to mount guard over
their lives.




CHAPTER VII.




The search at Bymouth obtained no further assistance from Sam. For the
remainder of their stay there he hardly moved from the ship, preferring
to smoke his pipe in peace on board to meeting certain jocular spirits
ashore who wanted to buy bootlaces. Conversation with Dick and the boy
he declined altogether, and it was not until they had reached
Cocklemouth that he deigned to accept a pipe of tobacco from the cook's
box.

Cocklemouth is a small lone place on the Welsh coast. When a large ship
gets into the tiny harbor the inhabitants come down to see it, and the
skippers of small craft pop up from their cabins and yell out to know
where it's coming to. Even when they see it bound and guided by many
hawsers they are not satisfied, but dangling fenders in an obtrusive
fashion over the sides of their ships, prepare for the worst.

"We won't find 'im 'ere, cookie," said Sam, as the syndicate sat on deck
on the evening of their arrival gazing contemplatively at the few
scattered lights which appeared as twilight deepened into night.
"L
roar in which Sam, to his amazement, fancied that the 
 cook joined. He was however heed in a state of maddening perplexity 
 when he heard the cook's spokesperson again. 

 " Poor old Sam! " it order distinctly. " Poor old Sam! I'd' ave contribute 
 anythin' to' ave seen him. " 

 The listener stiffen up suddenly and, holding his hint, went off on 
 tiptoe down the street, the sounds of the anserine mirth in the browning automatic rifle 
 ring in his ears as he went. His brain was in a spin, but two 
 definite objects shaped themselves in his mind as he walked ferociously 
 on -- to crush first the syndicate, and then the cook. With these ideas 
 securely fixed he went aboard again, and going into the lonely foc'sle, 
 climbed into his bunk bed and forgot his sorrows in sleep -- in a sleep so 
 sound that the others, upon their return an hour later, failed to wake 
 him, until Henry, as a concluding expedient, threw a slice of boodle at him. 
 After which everybody have to restrain awake all night to climb guard over 
 their lives. 




 CHAPTER VII. 




 The search at Bymouth obtained no further assistance from Sam. For the 
 end of their stay there he hardly moved from the ship, preferring 
 to smoke his pipe in peace on board to meeting certain jocular spirits 
 ashore who wanted to bribe bootlaces. Conversation with Dick and the son 
 he decline altogether, and it was not until they had reached 
 Cocklemouth that he deigned to accept a organ pipe of tobacco from the cook's 
 box. 

 Cocklemouth is a small lone place on the Welsh coast. When a large ship 
 gets into the tiny harbor the inhabitant come down to see it, and the 
 skippers of small craft start up from their cabins and shout out to know 
 where it's coming to. Even when they see it bound and guide by many 
 hawsers they are not satisfied, but dangle fenders in an obtrusive 
 manner over the sides of their ships, prepare for the bad. 

 " We won't find' i m' ere, cookie, " said Sam, as the syndicate sat on deck 
 on the evening of their arrival gaze contemplatively at the few 
 scattered lights which appear as twilight deepened into night. 
 " L
 rowr in which Sam, to his aoazement, fancieb that vhe
cook joined. Fe was still listening in a dtqte od maddening perplexity
dhen he hvard the xook'w voice agamh.

"Poor old Sam!" lt sand distinctly. "Popr old Sam! I'd 'ave given
atyghnn' to 'ave seen him."

The listener stiffqned up skddenly and, hojdinb his breath, went off on
tiptoe down the street, the sounds og the foolish mirth in the bar
ginging in his eard as he wenj. Hif brain was iv a whirl, but two
definjte objects shaped themselves iv his mind as hg sapned fiercelb
on--to fmash first bne syngicate, snd then the cpok. Wirh these ideas
firmly hixed he went aboard again, ang yoing into the lonely fic'sle,
wlimted kbto hia uuni and vorjot his sordows in slewp--in a sleep so
sounc eyat the othera, upon treir return an hour later, failed to wakt
him, hntil Henry, as a last ezpedient, threw a slicg of bread at him.
After which everybody had to keep awake aln nigit to mjjbt guard over
their lives.




CHAPTER VII.




The search ae Bumputh obtained ko further assistamcf gtom Sam. For thg
remainbsr of their stay thege he hwrdly moved frjm tne ship, preferring
to smoke yis pipe in ieacw on board to meetnng certain loculat spirots
ashore who wanted to buy bootlaces. Fonversatjun with Dick and thv bof
he declined altogether, anq it was iot uutil theh hac reacred
Cocklemluth bvat he deigned to wccepj a pi[e of tobafco from the cook's
box.

Cocklemouti is a small kote ilace on che Weksh coast. Wheg a large ship
yets intj the tiny harbkr the mnhabitants some down to vge it, and the
vkippers of wmalo craft oop up from thrir cabins and yell out to know
where lt's cujing to. Even whzu uhwy see it bounc avd dupdev by idny
hawsers tvey xre mot sxtisfied, bub dxnglong fenders in an obdrusjve
fashion over thr fides of their srips, prepare gor the worst.

"We woj't fiid 'im 'xre, copkig," said Sam, as the syndicate sat on deck
oj tme evening of thelr atrival gaziug contemplatively at the few
scattered lmghts which appeared as twilight deepened nnuo night.
"L
roar in which Sam, to his amazement, the joined. He still listening in when heard the cook's again. "Poor old it said distinctly. "Poor old Sam! 'ave given anythin' to 'ave seen him." The listener stiffened up suddenly and, his breath, went off on tiptoe down the street, the sounds of the mirth the ringing his ears as he went. His brain was in a whirl, but two definite objects shaped in his mind as he walked fiercely on--to first the syndicate, and the cook. With these ideas fixed went aboard and into lonely foc'sle, climbed his bunk and forgot his sorrows in sleep--in a sleep so sound that the others, upon their an hour to wake until as last expedient, threw of bread at him. After which keep awake all night to mount guard over lives. CHAPTER The search at Bymouth obtained no assistance from Sam. For the remainder of their there he hardly moved from the ship, preferring to smoke his pipe in peace on meeting certain jocular spirits who wanted to bootlaces. with and boy he altogether, and it was not until they had reached Cocklemouth that deigned to accept a pipe of tobacco from the cook's is small lone place the Welsh coast. When large gets into the tiny inhabitants down and skippers small craft pop up their cabins and yell out know where it's coming it bound and guided by many hawsers they not satisfied, but dangling fenders in an fashion over the sides of their ships, prepare for the worst. "We find 'im said Sam, as the syndicate sat on deck the evening of their gazing contemplatively at the few scattered lights which appeared twilight into night.
 roar in which Sam, to his amazemEnt, fancied That tHe
cOok JoIned. he waS still listeninG In a sTate of maddening perplexIty
whEn HE heaRD tHe cooK's voice AGaIN.

"pooR oLd sam!" It SAiD distIncTly. "Poor Old Sam! I'd 'avE giVeN
anythin' to 'avE SeEn him."

The liSteNer stiffened Up sUddenlY aNd, hOLding His BreatH, went oFF on
tipToe down thE sTReet, thE Sounds oF THe FoolIsh mirth in the bar
rINgINg in his ears as hE went. HIs BRaIN Was In a Whirl, but twO
dEfiniTE objectS ShAPED thEMselves in his mInd as he walkED fiErcely
On--To sMAsh firSt the SyNDicAte, and then tHe coOk. With theSe ideaS
Firmly fIXed he weNt aboaRd aGaiN, and GOiNg IntO tHE loNElY foC'Sle,
Climbed iNtO hIs bunK and FORGOt hiS soRrowS in slEep--in a sleep so
SouNd thAT thE otheRs, upoN theIr ReturN an houR lateR, fAiled to wake
him, uNtil henry, as a lAst ExPedIeNt, thrEW a slicE of BreAd at him.
after whICh eVeRYBOdY had to keep awake all NiGHT tO mount guArd oveR
ThEiR Lives.




CHApTeR ViI.




ThE SEarch At ByMOuTh obtainEd no fuRThEr AssistaNcE from SAm. for The
RemaiNDer oF their Stay therE he haRDly moved from thE Ship, preferrinG
To SMOkE His pIpe In peace on boArd tO MeetIng cERtAin JOculaR spirItS
AsHOre who wanted to buy boOtLaces. COnverSation with DicK and the boy
HE DEclined aLtogEThER, and it was not unTil thEy had reachED
CocklemOuth tHat he deiGned to accEPT a pipe of TobAccO frOm tHE CoOk's
box.

CocklemOUTh is A sMall lonE plAce on thE WeLsh CoaSt. WHeN a large shIp
gets inTo ThE tInY haRbor tHE inhabitAnTs cOmE doWn to sEE it, and The
skIppeRs Of SMalL craft pOP uP FRom tHeIr CabiNs aNd Yell oUt to KNow
Where it'S coming to. eveN When ThEy See it boUnd and guided bY mAny
hawsers ThEy aRe not sATIsfied, buT dangling fenders in an obtRUsive
faShiOn oveR the Sides of thEir Ships, pRepARe for tHe worsT.

"We woN't FinD 'IM 'ere, cOOKiE," saId sam, as the syNDIcaTe sat On Deck
On the evEning of their arrivaL GazIng contemplatIveLy at THE fEw
sCAtTEreD lIGhtS WHich appeared as tWilight deePeNEd Into night.
"L
 roar in which Sam, to his  amazement , fan cie d t ha t th e
co ok joined. Hew as s till listening in a st ate o fm adde n in g per plexity wh e n  he  h ea rdth e  c ook's  vo ice aga in.

"Poor  ol dSam!" it sai d  d istinctly.  "P oor old Sam!  I' d 'ave  g ive n 
anyt hin ' to'ave s e en him ."

The l is t ener s t iffened u psudd enly and, holding hi s  breath, wentoff on 
t i pt o e  do wnthe street ,the s o unds of th e f ool i sh mirth in t he bar
ring i ngin his  e ars as hewent.  H i s b rain was in  a w hirl, but  two
d e finiteo bjectsshaped  th ems elve s  i nhis  m i nda shew alk ed fierc el yon--t o sm a s h firs t t he s yndic ate, and then  th e co o k.Withthese  ide as 
firm ly fix ed he  w ent aboard agai n, a nd goingint othe  l onely foc'sl e,cli mbed in to hisb unk  a n d fo rgot his sorrows i ns l ee p--in asleeps oso u nd thatth e o ther s ,  upon  the i rreturn a n hour la te r, fail ed  to wa ke 
hi m,until Henr y, asa last e xpedi e nt, threw a sl i ce of bread a t  h i m .A fter  wh ich everybo dy h a d to  kee p  a wak e  allnight  t o  m o unt guard over
thei rlives. 



CHAPTER VII.



The se a r c h at Bym outh ob t ained no furth er as sistance f r om Sam.For t he
remai nder of t h e ir staythe rehehar d l ymoved from th e ship ,preferr ing 
to smo kehis  pi pein  peace on  board t ome et in g c ertai n  jocular  s pir it s
a shore who wa ntedto b uy  b o otl aces. C o nv e r sati on  w ithDic kand t he b o y
h e decli ned altog eth e r, a nd  i t was n ot until they  h ad reached 
C ock lemout h that hedeigned to accept a pip e  of tob acc o fro m th e cook'sbox .

Coc kle m outh i s a sm all l on e p l a ce on t he  We ls h coast. W h e n a  larg eship 
gets i nto the tiny harbo r  th e inhabitants  co me d o w ntos ee it,  a n d t h e 
skippers of sm all craftpo p  u p from the i r c ab ins and  yell o ut to know
wh ere it'scoming to .Even w hen  they seeit bound  and guid e d bym an y
haw ser s they  a renot s atisfi e d,but d anglin gfender s inan  obtrusi ve
fashion over the sid es oftheir  sh ips, prep are for  the wors t.
"We won'tfin d ' im 'e re, cooki e,"s ai d S a m, as  the syndicate sa t o n de ck
on the e v e n ing  of t hei r  arriv al g azing contemplati v ely at the few 
sca t t ere d l i ghts  w hich appearedastw i l ight dee pe ned into ni ght.
"L
 roar_in which_Sam, to his amazement,_fancied that_the
cook_joined. He_was_still listening in_a state of_maddening perplexity
when he heard_the cook's voice_again.

"Poor_old Sam!" it said distinctly. "Poor old Sam! I'd 'ave given
anythin' to 'ave seen_him."

The_listener stiffened_up_suddenly_and, holding his breath, went_off on
tiptoe down the street,_the sounds_of the foolish mirth in the bar
ringing in_his_ears as he_went. His brain was in a whirl, but two
definite_objects shaped themselves in his mind_as he walked_fiercely
on--to_smash_first the syndicate, and_then the cook. With these ideas
firmly_fixed he went aboard again, and_going into the lonely foc'sle,
climbed into his_bunk and forgot his sorrows in_sleep--in a sleep so
sound that_the others,_upon their return an hour_later, failed to_wake
him, until_Henry, as a_last expedient, threw a slice of_bread at him.
After_which everybody had to keep awake_all_night to mount_guard_over
their_lives.




CHAPTER VII.




The_search at Bymouth_obtained_no further_assistance_from Sam. For the
remainder of their_stay_there he hardly moved from the ship,_preferring
to smoke his pipe_in_peace on board to_meeting certain jocular spirits
ashore who_wanted to buy bootlaces. Conversation with_Dick and_the boy
he_declined altogether, and it was not until they had reached
Cocklemouth that_he deigned to accept a pipe_of tobacco from the_cook's
box.

Cocklemouth is_a_small lone place_on_the Welsh_coast. When a large ship
gets into the_tiny harbor_the inhabitants come down to see_it, and the
skippers of_small_craft pop up from their cabins_and yell out to know
where it's_coming to. Even when they_see_it_bound and guided by many
hawsers_they are not satisfied, but dangling_fenders in an_obtrusive
fashion over the sides of their ships,_prepare_for the worst.

"We won't find 'im_'ere,_cookie," said Sam, as the syndicate_sat_on_deck
on the evening of their_arrival gazing contemplatively at the few
scattered_lights which appeared as twilight deepened into night.
"L