salt water from his face with a blue cotton handkerchief before he shook
hands.

"Suppose you thought I wasn't coming," he said, suspiciously.

"No, I knew you would."

"Glad to see me for my own sake?" suggested the captain, grimly smiling.

"Yes, it always does one good to see a man," answered Prince Martin.

"They tell me you're a prince."

"That is all."

The captain measured him slowly with his eyes.

"Makings of a man as well, perhaps," he said, doubtfully. Then he turned
to cast an eye over the _Olaf_.

"Tin-kettle of a thing!" he observed, after a pause.

"My little cargo won't be much in her great hold. Hatches are too small.
Now, I'm all hatch. Can't open up in this weather. We can turn to and
get our running tackle bent. It'll moderate before the evening, and if
it does we can work all night. Will your Rile Highnes' be ready to work
all night?"

"I shall be ready whenever your High Mightiness is."