Bob, who had withdrawn a few paces after beaching his boat, was indeed
making frantic demonstrations to attract the Captain's attention,
dancing and snapping his fingers, and contorting his features in
strange and hideous fashion.

"Well, Bob," said the old man, walking up to him, "what's up with
you, and why are ye h'istin' and lowerin' your jib in that onarthly
fashion?"

Bob Peet seized him by the arm, and led him away up the beach.
"Cap'n," he said, looking round to make sure that they were out of
hearing of the others, "I can't touch a lady--not seamanly! But 'f
you say the word--knock gen'l'm'n feller--middle o' next week. Say
the word, Cap'n! Good's a meal o' vittles t' me--h'ist him over
cliff!"




CHAPTER V.

CAPTAIN JANUARY'S STAR


And where was little Star, while all this was going on down on the
beach? Oh, she had been having a delightful afternoon. It was cloudy,
and Daddy was going to be busy, so she had determined to spend an
hour or so in her own room, and enjoy all the delights of "dressing
up." For the great chest that had been washed ashore from the wreck,