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cussed these extraordinary apparitions for some time. "Can you see the windlass through the boy, Bob?" "I can see through both of 'em," said the mate slyly. They stayed on deck a little longer, and then coming to the conclusion that their presence on deck could do no good, and indeed seemed only to embarrass their visitors, went below again, leaving all hands a prey to the wildest astonishment. "Wot's 'is little game?" asked Simpson, coming cautiously up on deck. "Damned if I know," said Bill savagely. "He don't really think you're ghosts?" suggested the cook feebly. "O' course not," said Bill scornfully. "He's got some little game on. Well, I'm going to my bunk. You'd better come too, Tommy. We'll find out what it all means to-morrer, I've no doubt." On the morrow they received a little enlightenment, for after breakfast the cook came forward nervously to break the news that meat and vegetables had only been served out for three. Consternation fell upon all. "I'll go an' see 'im," said Bill ravenously. He found the skipper laughing heartily over something with the mate. At the seaman's approach he stepped back and eyed him coolly. "Mornin', sir," said Bill, shuffling up. "We'd like to know, sir, me an' Tommy, whether we can have our rations for dinner served out now same as before?" "_Dinner?_" said the skipper in surprise. "What do you want dinner for?" "Eat," said Bill, eyeing him reproachfully. "Eat?" said the skipper. "What's the good o' giving dinner to a ghost? Why you've got nowhere to put it." By dint of great self-control Bill smiled in a ghastly fashion, and patted his stomach. "All air," said the skipper turning away. "Can we have our clothes and things then?" said Bill grinding his teeth. "Ned says as how you've got 'em." "Certainly not," said the skipper. "I take 'em home and give 'em to your next o' kin. That's the law, ain't it, Bob?" "It is," said the mate. "They'll 'ave your effects and your pay up to the night you committed suicide," said the skipper. "We didn't commit sooicide," said Bill; "how could we when we're standing here?" "Oh, yes, you did," said the other. "I've got your letters in my pocket to prove it; besides, if you didn't I should give you in charge for desertion directly we get to port." He exchanged glances with the mate, and Bill, after standing first on one leg and then on the other, walked slowly away. For the rest of the morning
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