All the crew's 'ere, and there's only the skipper and mate on her besides."
"You can't deceive me, young man, so don't try it," said the lady, sharply. "I followed him on here, and he hasn't gone off, because the gate has been locked since."
"I can't think who the lady means," said Joe. "I ain't seen nobody come aboard. If he did, he's down the cabin."
"Well, I'll go down there," said the lady, promptly.
"Well, miss, it's nothing to do with us," said Joe, "but it's my opinion you'll find the skipper and mate has turned in."
"Well, I'm going down," said the lady, gripping her parasol firmly by the middle; "they can't eat me."
She walked towards the Foam, followed by the perplexed crew, and with the able assistance of five pairs of hands reached the deck. The companion was open, and at Joe's whispered instructions she turned and descended the steps backwards.
It was at first quite dark in the cabin, but as the visitor's eyes became accustomed to it, she could just discern the outlines of a small table, while a steady breathing assured her that somebody was sleeping close by. Feeling her way to the table she discovered a locker, and taking a seat coughed gently. The breathing continuing quite undisturbed, she coughed again, twice.
The breathing stopped suddenly. "Who the devil's that coughing?" asked a surprised voice.
"I beg pardon, I'm sure," said the visitor, "but is there a Mr. Robinson down here?"
The reply was so faint and smothered that she could not hear it. It was evident that the speaker, a modest man, was now speaking from beneath the bed-clothes.
"Is Mr. Robinson here?" she repeated, loudly.
"Never heard of him," said the smothered voice.
"It's my opinion," said the visitor, hotly, " that you're trying to deceive me. Have you got a match?"
The owner of the voice said that he had not, and with chilly propriety added that he wouldn't give it to her if he had. Whereupon the lady rose, and, fumbling on the little mantelpiece, found a box and struck one. There was a lamp fixed at the side of the mantelpiece, and calmly removing the chimney she lit it.
A red, excited face, with the bed-clothes fast about its neck, appeared in a small bunk and stared at her in speechless amaze. The visitor returned his gaze calmly, and then looked carefully round the cabin.
"Where does that lead to?" she asked, pointing to the door of the state-room.
The mate, remembering in time the mysterious behaviour of Flower, considered the situation, "That's the pantry," he said, untruthfully.
The visitor rose and tried the handle. The door was locked, and she looked doubtfully at the mate. "I suppose that's a leg of mutton I can hear asleep in there," she said, with acerbity.
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"WHY DON'T YOU GO AWAY?"
"You can suppose what you like," said the mate, testily: "why don't you go away? I'm surprised at you."
"You'll be more surprised before I've done with you," said the lady, with emotion. "My Fred's in there, and you know it."
"Your Fred!" said Fraser, in great surprise.
"Mr. Robinson," said the visitor, correcting herself.
"I tell you there's nobody in there except the skipper," said the male.
"You said it was the pantry just now," exclaimed the other, sharply.
"The skipper sleeps in the pantry so's he can keep his eye on the meat," explained Fraser.
