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By nightfall he had so far recovered that the nausea did not trouble him, save when he attempted to rise to his feet, and he had no difficulty in eating a large piece of meat and two ship’s biscuit, which the good-natured mate gave him.

“I reckon you’re all right now, an’ shall turn you out bright an’ early in the morning,” Mr. Stout said as Ned literally devoured the provisions.

“Did the captain say anything because I was sick so long?”

“Yes, he got into a reg’lar mad fit; but I made it out that you wasn’t able to come into the cabin in any decent shape, an’ he didn’t say any more. The old man has been like an angel all day, an’ I can’t understand the meanin’ of it. Anybody would say he was tryin’ to play me for some kind of a favor; but of course that can’t be, now we’ve put to sea.”

It was destined Ned should know very soon what the “favor” was which Captain Bragg wanted of the mate, although he little dreamed then that it would cause him so much alarm.

From the time Mr. Stout left him until late in the night Ned slept soundly, and then he was awakened by hearing the familiar voice of the captain say in a loud tone just outside the door of his state-room: