sed craft may carry, though these should prove to be
pirates of the most desperate kind.

CHAPTER THREE.

FORECASTLE FEARS.

"What boat is it to be, sir?"

This question is asked by the first lieutenant, who has followed the
captain to the quarter.

"The cutter," replies his superior; "there seems no need, Mr Black, to
send anything larger, at least till we get word of what's wanted.
Possibly it's a case of sickness--scurvy or something. Though that
would be odd too, seeing how the barque keeps her canvas spread. Very
queer altogether!"

"Is the doctor to go?"

"He needn't, till we've heard what it is. He'd only have to come back
for his drugs and instruments. You may instruct him to be getting them
ready. Meanwhile, let the boat be off, and quick. When they bring back
their report we'll see what's to be done. The cutter's crew will be
quite sufficient. As to any hostility from those on board the stranger,
that's absurd. We could blow her out of the water with a single
broadside."

"Who's to command the boat, sir?"

The captain reflects, with a look cast inquiringly around. His eye
falls upon the third lieutenant, who stands near, seemingly courting the
glance.

It is short and decisive. The captain knows his third officer to be a
thorough seaman; though young, capable of any duty, however delicate or
dangerous. Without further hesitation he assigns him to the command of
the cutter.

The young officer enters upon the service with alacrity--as if moved by
something more than the mere obedience due to discipline. He hastens to
the ship's side to superintend the lowering of the boat. Nor does he
stand at rest, but is seen to help and hurry it, with a look of restless
impatience in his eye, and the shadow still observable on his brow.

While thus occupied, he is accosted by another officer, one yet younger
than himself--the midshipman already mentioned.

"Can I go with you?" the latter asks, as if addressing an equal.

"Certainly, my dear fellow," responds the lieutenant, in like familiar
tone. "I shall be only too pleased to have you. But you must get the
captain's consent."

The young reefer glides aft, sees the frigate's commander upon the
quarterdeck, and saluting, says:

"Captain, may I go with the cutter?"

"Well, yes," responds the chief; "I have no objection." Then, after
taking a survey of the youngster, he adds, "Why do you wish it?"

The youth blushes, without replyin