head
from the reefer pocket, and, looking-glass still in hand, he scrambled
down into Faith's lap.

"Why--why!" cried the astonished captain, "Was it Andy? I thought
something wriggled once or twice, but concluded 'twas only imagination.
Well, I declare! Whose glass is that?"

"I don't know, papa. He had on Mrs. Campbell's dress hat, and
somebody's sash, but--"

A sudden distraction came in the shape of Janet Windemere, who burst
into their midst all excitement, followed by Mrs. Windemere, pallid and
weeping silently, as she wrung her hands in despair.

"Captain--Captain Hosmer!" cried the former in a rasping voice. "We
have been robbed! We've been getting our things together, and our
money's gone!"

"Robbed?" muttered the captain dazedly, then with indignation he broke
out, "I don't believe it! My men are all honest, and have been working
like Trojans, to the last man-Jack of them. There's some mistake--you
must have mislaid it."

"No, we always kept it in mother's dressing-case, but Laura carelessly
left it open and the whole glass is gone. It must have been somebody
that knew, for we never told a soul--"

"Knew what?" asked the man in a resigned tone. "What has your
looking-glass and your mother's dressing-case got to do with your
money, anyhow? I thought you said that was stolen."

"Of course. You see, for safety we put our money and letter of credit
inside the back of the hand-mirror, and--"

He turned and flashed a look from Andy, serenely admiring himself, to
his daughter.

"Oh, oh!" she cried distressfully, "is this it?"

She tried to snatch the thing from Andy's hand, but he held on with a
determined clutch and howled, even threatening her with his teeth. It
was the prettiest toy he had seen for many a day!

"Yes, that's it. You wretched little beast! See! He's spoiled
Laura's ribbon too."

"See here, sir!" said the captain indignantly, as he boxed the
creature's ears. "You'll have to learn better manners, if you stay
aboard this craft. Thieves aren't allowed."

Poor Andy, perforce, yielded to higher authority, and crawled under the
soft arm of his mistress, crying like a baby, while the captain handed
the glass to Mrs. Windemere, saying brusquely,

"Better find a new place for your money now, and secure it about your
person somewhere--you may need it."

"Oh, Captain, are we going to the bottom?" she moaned.

"If I thought we were would I tell you to secure your money?"