recommended to me by the ones from whom I purchased this boat. I think
he will have everything in ship-shape for us in time."

As they stood looking about the deck a man came up from below. From his
appearance he was unmistakably a sailor, and one in authority. He issued
several orders, on hearing which a number of men bestirred themselves,
and then, catching sight of the little party, he called out in rough
tones.

"Come now! What's this? No visitors are allowed on board here. Get
ashore at once!"

"Hello, Captain Brisco!" called Mr. Pertell. "That is, if that's the
proper nautical greeting."

"Oh, Mr. Pertell. I didn't recognize you," said the commander of the
_Mary Ellen_. "I beg your pardon! Won't you walk this way?"

"We are on a little tour of inspection," the manager went on. "These are
some of my principle moving picture actors, and I want them to get
familiar with the ship. And, Captain Brisco, this is an old salt who
will be with us. He is to be second mate, I believe. Jack Jepson, let me
present you to Captain Brisco."

A strange look came over the old salt's face. He stepped forward and
burst out with:

"I guess I've met Captain Brisco before, but that wasn't his
name--then!"