That evening Marjorie was again carried off, this time by the Yale half-miler, and the only thing left for the Codfish was to occupy her vacant chair, which he did, and proceeded to make himself agreeable to Mrs. Hasbrouck, though his eyes followed Marjorie on her promenade up and down the deck. "Mighty attractive girl, that Miss Hasbrouck," said Frank that night as the boys were preparing to retire. "She's made a great hit with the team, did you notice it?" "Did I notice it?" cried the Codfish petulantly. "Yes, I noticed it. Where in the name of the Great Horn Spoon did she meet all those fellows?" "Mutual attraction, I s'pose," said Frank. "I saw you holding forth with her mother most of the evening. Charming lady, eh?" "O, yes, all right. Interested in philanthropy and all that sort of thing. Wanted me to help her raise something for the Widows and Orphans Fund for Sailors; subscription papers, and all that sort of thing." "And you're for it?" "O, yes, Marjorie's mother you see. Couldn't do anything else. I've got to stand in right with her mother." "Noble youth," said Frank. "First catch the mother and the daughter will come easy. Is that it?" "You have a glimmer of intelligence, Armstrong, a rare thing in your case." "We have him on the run," said McGregor the next morning at breakfast. "I suggest a round-robin letter to the young lady. How would this suit?" He hauled a letter from his pocket and handed it to Frank, who read it while a smile stole over his face. "Will she take it all right, do you think?" said Frank as he handed the letter back to the conspirator. "Sure thing. The Codfish cuts no figure now since she's had a taste of bigger game. I'll write it out and get everyone to sign it." "Go to it," said Frank. "We must save our little Codfish." That afternoon while Miss Hasbrouck was curled up in her deck chair with the Codfish in attendance, a deck steward handed a letter to her. A long list of signatures followed. "A wireless?" inquired the Codfish, much interested. "Too funny for anything," said the girl. "I wonder if I had better let you read it? It concerns you." "Me?" said the Codfish in astonishment, reaching out for the letter. "Promise not to get mad if I let you see it?" "Cross my heart, hope to die if I do." "All right, then, but remember your promise." She passed the letter over to him, and this is what he read: "Dear Miss Hasbrouck:-- "We have observed with growing anxiety the attention which one of our party has been paying to you. While we do not wish to alarm you, we feel you ought to know that this young man is afflicted with mental aberration. In other words, he is slightly off his head. As far as we know he has never had a dangerous spell, but you can never tell. Please pardon us for seeming to intrude, but we thought you ought to know." Then followed a long list of signatures of practically every man on either team.