raising his head, he called out, "I say, cap'n, I make the latitude and the longitude to be so-and-so. Not what it ought to be. What is your reckoning?"
As he received no reply, he repeated the question, and glancing over his shoulder and seeing, as he supposed, the captain figuring on his slate, he asked a third time, and again without eliciting a reply. Surprised and vexed, he stood up, and to his inexpressible astonishment saw that the seated man, engaged on the slate, was not the captain, but an entire stranger. He noted his features and his garments, both wholly different from those of his superior officer. At the same moment the stranger raised his head and looked him full in the eyes. The face was that of a man he had never seen before in his life. Much disturbed, he slipped up the ladder, and seeing the captain, went to him, and in an agitated voice told him that there was a total stranger in the cabin, at the captain's desk, engaged in writing.
"A stranger!" exclaimed the captain. "Impossible! You must have been dreaming. The steward or second mate may have gone down for aught I know."
"No, sir; it was neither. I saw the man occupying your arm-chair. He looked me full in the face, and I saw him as plainly as I see you now."
"Impossible!" said the captain. "Do you know who he is?"
"Never saw the man in my life before—an utter stranger."
"You must be gone daft, Mr. Bruce. Why, we have been six weeks at sea, and you know every man Jack who is on board."
"I know that, sir; but a stranger is there, I assure you."
