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Chapter 11 - Page 1 of 19

A Voice from Hue and Cry

But when the money's all gone and spent,
And there's none to be borrowed and none to be lent,
In comes old Grouchy with a frown,
Saying, "Get up, Jack, let John sit down."
For it's now we're outward bound,
Hur-rah, we're outward bound!
--Song of the Dog and Bell.

Captain Mayo, when he woke, had it promptly conveyed to him that
hospitality on board the Reuben and Esther had watchful eyes. While he
was rubbing feeling back into his stiffened limbs, sitting there in the
lee alley, the cook came lugging a pot of hot coffee and a plate heaped
with food.

"Thought you'd rather have it here than in the cuddy. The miss is asleep
in the house," whispered the cook.

Captain Candage came to Mayo while the latter was eating and sat down on
the deck. Gloom had settled on the schooner's master. "I don't want to
bother you with my troubles, seeing that you've got aplenty of your own,
sir. But I'm needing a little advice. I have lost a schooner that has
been my home ever since I was big enough to heave a dunnage-bag over
the rail, and not a cent of insurance. Insurance would have et up all my
profits. What do you think of my chances to make a dollar over and above
providing I hire a tugboat and try to salvage?"

"According to my notion your chances would be poor, sir. Claims in such
cases usually eat up all a craft is worth. Besides, you may find those
yachtsmen on your back for damages, providing you get her in where she
can be libeled."

Chapter 11 - Page 1 of 19