There was only one thing wanting to
complete his happiness--the skipper.
"Where's the cap'n?" he demanded of Dowse, who was methodically coiling
a line.
"Just gone 'ome," replied Dowse shortly.
In a great hurry the "Bruiser" sprang on to the side and stepped ashore,
glancing keenly in every direction for his prey. There was no sign of
it, and he ran a little way up the road until he saw the approaching
figure of a man, from whom he hoped to obtain information. Then,
happening to look back, he saw the masts of the schooner gliding by the
quay, and, retracing his steps a little, perceived, to his intense
surprise, the figure of the skipper standing by the wheel.
"Ta, ta, cookie!" cried the skipper cheerily.
Angry and puzzled the "Bruiser" ran back to the edge of the quay, and
stood owlishly regarding the schooner and the grinning faces of its crew
as they hoisted the sails and slowly swung around with their bow
pointing to the sea.
"Well, they ain't making a long stay, old man," said a voice at his
elbow, as the man for whom he had been waiting came up. "Why, they only
came in ten minutes ago. What did they come in for, do you know?"
"They belong here," said the "Bruiser"; "but me and the skipper's had
words, and I'm waiting for 'im.
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