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The mate looked at the boy very oddly for a few seconds, and then replied in a voice which trembled despite all his efforts to make it sound firm:

“I’ll see you’re not left here in case she is scuttled; but I reckon the best thing we can do now will be to give up that job, since there’s another besides ourselves who knows about it.”

“Who do you mean?”

“You, of course,” and the mate spoke as if in a rage.

“But you know I wouldn’t tell.”

“No, we must take good care of that,” and to steady his shaken nerves the mate had recourse to the liquor bottle, pouring out for himself a dram which very nearly filled the glass.

“You see I thought it was best to speak to you about it the first chance for if it is to be done so soon I might wait too long,” Ned continued, little fancying what thoughts were in the mate’s mind.

“That is right, lad. I’m glad you did, an’ now we’d better go on deck. See to it that you don’t stay up too late to-night, for you must be on hand bright an’ early in the mornin’ to have things ready for breakfast.”