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“There’s no need for me to fuss about it,” he said after trying in vain to fancy some good reason for this almost affectionate manner. “Of course he don’t want me to do anything for him, else he’d asked with his fist. Perhaps he’s been drinkin’ too much, an’ I’d better turn out the same time as usual.”

This last supposition seemed the most reasonable, and, believing he had hit upon the true cause for the change of demeanor, he devoted his entire attention to sleep.

At what time Ned awakened next morning he was unable to say; but it seemed quite late when he opened his eyes, and jumping quickly from the berth, began to dress hurriedly as he muttered to himself:

“I reckon I shall have to walk mighty straight this morning, for the captain will be crosser than a bear.”

After making a hurried toilet he attempted to go into the saloon, and, to his great surprise, found the door was locked.

It did not seem possible at first that such could be the case; but after trying in vain for several moments to open it, he was forced to admit he was a prisoner.