A Chinese Command | Page 9

and kidneys on toast. I hope so, at
any rate, for I'm hungry this morning, and feel quite ready for a snack."
"Snack!" laughed Frobisher. "Is what you have just mentioned your
idea of a snack? It sounds to me more like the menu of an aldermanic
banquet. By the way, I didn't know the parcel-postman had arrived yet;
he's early, isn't he?"
"Oh," replied Dick, turning rather red, "I thought I'd put that away. No,
the postman hasn't been. That's just something I went out for, early this
morning, for--oh--for a friend of mine."
"Sorry, old man," said Murray, "I didn't mean to be inquisitive. By the
way, is there a train to town somewhere about nine or half-past? I
should like to catch it if there is."
"One at nine twenty-three," answered Dick. "You'll catch it easily. And
now, here's Tom with the breakfast; bring yourself to an anchor, and
let's begin. I'm as hungry as a hunter. How about yourself?"
"Rather better than usual this morning," laughed Frobisher. "A little
hope is a splendid thing for giving one an appetite." And with this
remark both the young men fell to with a will.
The meal finished, Frobisher hurried off to catch his train; travelled up
to London; crossed the city; and took another train down to the docks.
Arrived there, he enquired the whereabouts of the steamer Quernmore.

"Over there, sir," a policeman told him, pointing to a spot about two
hundred yards distant; and thither the young man made his way, halting
presently at the shore end of a gangway leading on to the steamer, to
take a good look at the craft that was to be his floating home for so long
a period.
Certainly, he told himself, if one might judge by appearances, Captain
Drake had ample justification for being proud of his steamer; for she
was as pretty a model of a craft as Frobisher, for all his long experience,
had ever set eyes on. Indeed, one would almost have been excused for
assuming that, but for her size, she might have been a private yacht at
some period of her existence. Flush-decked, with a graceful curving run,
a clipper bow with gilt figure-head, and a long, overhanging counter,
the hull painted a particularly pleasing shade of dark green down to
within a couple of feet of the water-line, and polished black below that,
she made a picture completely satisfying to the eye of the most
exacting critic. She was rigged as a topsail schooner, and her funnel
was tall, oval-shaped, and cream-coloured. Indeed, anything less like
the traditional tramp steamer, and more resembling a gentleman's yacht,
it would have been difficult to find.
By the look of her, too, thought Frobisher, she should be able to show a
pretty fair turn of speed, if she were put to it--sixteen knots at the least,
the young lieutenant judged--and the idea occurred to him that possibly,
some time in the future, the lives of her crew might depend upon those
few extra knots of which she appeared capable.
However, it would not do to stand there admiring the ship. "Business
before pleasure," the young man reminded himself; and, involuntarily
straightening himself up as though about to board a man-of-war,
Frobisher marched across the gangway, and asked the first seaman he
met whether Captain Drake was aboard.
"He's in the chart-house at this moment, sir," answered the man; "I'll
take you to him." And a minute later Frobisher found himself ducking
his head in order to get in through the low chart-house door-way.
"Hillo! it's you already, is it?" exclaimed Drake, looking up from a

chart over which he was poring. "I didn't expect to see you until this
afternoon. Sit down and make yourself comfortable. I hope you've
come to tell me that we are to be shipmates for this cruise," he added,
eagerly. "If I can't persuade you to come in with me, I shall be obliged
to sail shorthanded, for I've no time to do any more looking round
now."
"Then you can make your mind easy," laughed Frobisher. "To tell you
the simple truth, I believe I had practically made up my mind to sail
with you before I said good-bye to you yesterday. Yes, I'm coming,
skipper; and I hope, for both our sakes, that the voyage will turn out as
successfully as you desire."
"Good man!" heartily ejaculated the skipper, thrusting out his hand.
"That's the best news I've heard for a long while. Now, where's your
dunnage? I'll show you your room, and you can settle down right
away."
"My dunnage isn't down yet, skipper," replied Frobisher, smiling. "I
came down just to tell you what I had decided, intending to go back
and fetch my traps this afternoon."
Drake