Part 8 (1/2)

explained Mr. Pertell. ”You said you would need officers, even for a short voyage such as we intend making, so I picked up Jack Jepson. Do you think he'll do?”

”Depends on how much he knows of navigation,” was the sharp answer.

”Oh, I have my certificate,” Jack answered. ”If you want t' see it I have it----”

”Never mind now,” interposed Captain Brisco. ”There are a thousand and one things to do, and nothing seems to be going right. Lay aloft there, some of you!” he cried to a group of men. ”Get those halyards reeved and straightened out. Think we're going to lie here all Summer? Lively now!

I think I could use you, if you've any knack of handling men,” he added in lower tones, turning to Jack. ”It's slow work, getting fitted out.”

”I could come any time,” Jepson answered, and Alice noted that the old sailor gazed furtively now and then at the captain. It was as though he wanted to impress his memory with the face of the commander. ”I'm over in Sailors' Snug Harbor,” Jepson went on, ”I came over to do some actin'----”

”Yes, this play acting business is new to me, too,” said Captain Brisco.

”But I suppose I can get used to it. Seems rather queer to go to all this work and expense,” he went on to Mr. Pertell, ”just to fit a schooner out, and then sink her. It's a waste of good money, I should say.”

”We'll get our money back, never fear, if the film turns out all right,”

said Mr. Pertell. ”Now how are you coming on? That's what I came to see.

I want some of my princ.i.p.al actors to get familiar with the s.h.i.+p, so I brought them down. I started with Jepson, up in the studio,” he added in a lower voice, for the benefit of Captain Brisco, ”but he balked, I'll tell you about it later. He can stay and help you if you like.”

”Well, I probably can use him,” the commander said, as he looked at Jepson, who was wandering about the deck with a curiously abstracted air.

”Sort of funny thinking he knew you, wasn't it?” commented Mr. Pertell, while Alice, Ruth and Mr. DeVere looked on with interest at the various activities connected with getting the _Mary Ellen_ ready for sea.

”Oh, not at all queer,” answered Captain Brisco, quickly. ”I have commanded so many men and s.h.i.+ps in my day that I must be familiar by name, at least, to hundreds of sailors. But I never saw this Jepson before. However, he seems to be a good, honest soul.”

”Too honest, by far!” laughed Mr. Pertell. ”He wouldn't even pretend to take some false papers to carry out a film idea. Said he'd been in enough trouble over being falsely accused in a mutiny!”

”A mutiny!” exclaimed Captain Brisco. ”A mutiny!”

”Yes. Why, is that remarkable?” asked the manager, for Captain Brisco seemed startled.

”No, oh, no! I don't know as it is. I was only thinking if he was given to starting mutinies, he wouldn't be a safe man to have on board here.”

”Oh, you needn't fear for Jepson,” the manager said. ”He was innocent in that mutiny affair, I believe. But now as to details. I want to consult with you in regard to certain matters.”

And while the captain and manager sought a quiet corner, where they might converse, and go over the plot of the great marine drama, Alice and Ruth wandered about the s.h.i.+p. The sailors who were fitting her out looked curiously at the girls as they went to and fro. Mr. DeVere found a sheltered spot where he said he would wait until Mr. Pertell was finished with the captain.

”Does your throat pain you much?” asked Alice solicitously.

”Oh, not as much as I expected, coming so near the water. I think it will be all right. Don't worry.”

”Isn't it perfectly wonderful, to think we're going to be on board this schooner!” exclaimed Alice to her sister. ”And are we going to sleep here and eat here, Jack?” she asked, as the old sailor came toward them.

”Well, Miss, if you goes on a voyage you can't walk off th' s.h.i.+p whenever you want to, you know, to get a berth, and some grub. I mean something to eat and a place to sleep,” he quickly translated. ”You has to stay right on board until the voyage ends.”

”Oh, and could we see where we sleep?” asked Ruth.

”The staterooms? Yes, of course,” said Captain Brisco, who with Mr.