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Just then the tramp of feet overhead, mingled with cries of command, told that the brig was coming up into the wind.

Captain Bragg went to the companion-way a mo—and then returned with Mr. Stout.

“Are you going ashore with me?” Ned asked in glad surprise.

“Yes: the men backed out from the job, an’ since somebody must do it, I allowed you’d rather it would be me.”

“Indeed I had,” Ned replied, and if he entertained any suspicions previously, they were dispelled now the one man on board whom he considered a friend was to accompany him as far as the shore.

The captain enveloped the boy in a rubber coat which partially hid his face, saying as he did so:

“You should be careful about taking cold. There’s a damp wind comes off the water, and it’s best to keep your face well covered until you are in the hospital.”

Ned, now firmly convinced that the master of the Evening Star was his very good friend, obeyed orders to the letter, and Mr. Stout led him on deck.

The brig was hove-to off a low-lying, sandy island about half a mile away, and a more desolate-looking place could not well be imagined.