Soon Crabtree was at the stern. The sloop came closer, and a rope was thrown to the Wellington and made fast by the Canadians. The smaller craft drew so little water that she did not ground, even when lying at the larger ship's stern.
"Hullo!" began Josiah Crabtree, addressing Randy Fairwell. "This is most fortunate."
"I see you are wrecked," returned Fairwell calmly.
"Exactly, sir—a very unfortunate affair truly. Will you rescue us?"
"Anybody else on board?"
"Yes, a lady to whom I am engaged to be married," and Crabtree smiled blandly. "Will you come on board?"
"I guess I will," answered Fairwell. "Eh, Mr. Ruff?"
"Yes," answered the detective, and leaped on the deck of the wreck.
By this time Mrs. Stanhope was on deck also, gazing curiously at those on the sloop.
"I believe this is Mr. Josiah Crabtree?" went on Ruff coldly.
"Eh? Why—er—you have the advantage of me!" stammered the former teacher of Putnam Hall, falling back in dismay.
"Are you Josiah Crabtree or not?"
"I am; but—"
