“Find Mr. Stump,” he ordered anxiously. “Look for him at once.” He himself hurried about the ship, seeking him in every dark corner; but Stump could not be found. “The ungrateful dog!” he cried in a fearful rage. Captain “Bully” Scott now showed his true colors. He raved and stormed. The natives cowered away from him. The steel bar in his hand was waved above his head menacingly. “If I ever get him on board here again I’ll smash him into an unrecognizable blot on the deck,” he raved. “He’s gone! He brought the ‘Talofa’ into Ukula with this bar of steel! He’s probably boasting at this minute how he did it.” He shook his fist at the war-ship, whose lights blazed brightly several hundred yards away. “It’s a race with ‘Bully’ Scott,” he exclaimed. “You think you have me cornered. To-morrow, or even to-night, you will have the story from my sneaking mate. Then you will search and discover the arms; but I’ll fool you yet.” A swiftly propelled boat swung up alongside the schooner. A tall man swung himself with no apparent muscular effort over the rail and stood in the darkness seeking some one on the schooner. Captain Scott, still beside himself with rage, spied the newcomer. His rage subsided. Again the benevolent expression returned to his face while a native quickly brought forward the lantern and revealed the face of Count Rosen. “Has the American officer gone?” the count asked hastily, glancing covertly around. Captain Scott nodded. “Asked if I had contraband and seemed satisfied when I told him if I had I should hardly have brought them into Ukula when there were other ports in the island free and open.” The count’s face showed perplexity. Was this American merchant captain deceiving him and Klinger? “Why did you come into Ukula?” he asked. Captain Scott chuckled. “A little stratagem, count. You see, Klinger wrote to go to Saluafata, but the ‘Talofa’ preferred Ukula. We have until daylight to land our cargo. The war-ship will not think we can do anything before morning. I told Klinger to send over his barges quietly at once.” The count was not satisfied. He did not share the optimism of Captain Scott. With a curt bow he returned to his boat and swiftly rowed toward the Herzovinian cruiser. As he stepped upon the deck, an officer and several sailors of the watch met him. They saluted with deep respect. “I wish to see your captain upon important business,” he announced. He was conducted at once to the cabin. He remained in consultation only a few minutes. When he returned accompanied by the captain, a war-ship’s boat was manned, a young officer in command. Count Rosen bowed graciously to the attentive captain and entered the boat, sending ashore his own after paying the helmsman liberally.