replied the spokesman.

"Then, friends, I take it there's something you want me to do. What is
it?" demanded Jacob Farnum.

"We've come to ask you, sir, if you won't have one of your torpedo boats
put out and look for the 'Mary Bond.' Your boats can go a big distance
in a few hours. We're afraid, Mr. Farnum, that the smack's canvas or
sticks may have suffered in the big blow of yesterday. We're afraid,
too, that the 'Mary Bond' may be drifting about helplessly on the sea,
just for the need of a little aid. We're afraid, sir, that good
Dunhaven men may be in great danger of going to the bottom, and leaving
behind families that--"

The spokesman stopped, a little choke in his voice. As though in answer
sobs came from some of the women.

"Now, now, friends, if that's the trouble, we'll soon know about it,"
promised the shipbuilder, one of the biggest-hearted men living. "One
of our boats is going out for practice. But, if you'll supply a good
sea-going hand or two, the second boat shall go out and sweep the seas
hereabouts, looking for the 'Mary Bond.'"

A cheer went up at once. Mr. Farnum flushed with pleasure. Not above
doing a kind act, he also enjoyed having it appreciated.

"Who'll command the relief boat!" called one of the women. "Jack
Benson?"

"No," replied Mr. Farnum, shaking his head. "Captain Benson must go out