"I say, shipmate," he whispered, shaking the mate by the shoulder. "What do you want?" he growled. "Wake up," said Simpson; "I've got a nice pie for you; do you want it?" "Of course I do," answered the mate, taking it from Simpson's hand. "But who are you?" he inquired, for it was so dark that he could not have recognized the features of his most intimate friend. "I'm Jack Smith," answered Simpson; "but I can't stop to talk with you, for some one may discover me;" and before Jenkins could detain him, he had slipped off quietly in the darkness. It was as Simpson had said--the pie had made "on purpose for them." When Blinks saw that it was impossible to discover the guilty party, he ordered his steward to make a nice large pie, into which he put two doses of jalap. It was his intention to make the offender sick; and he told the doctor what he had done, and requested him to keep an eye on all who came to him for medicine. The next morning Jenkins was not heard blowing his whistle, but was seen moving slowly about the ship, with a pale, woe-begone countenance; and as soon as the doctor appeared, he made application to go on the "sick-list." "What's the matter with you?" inquired the doctor. Jenkins then explained how he had been suddenly taken very ill during the night, and was afraid he was going to die. The doctor, who knew in a moment that it was the effect of the medicine contained in the pie, exclaimed: "Why, you're just the man Mr. Blinks has been wanting to see for the last week. Orderly, ask Mr. Blinks if he will have the kindness to come here a moment." The orderly disappeared, and Jenkins stood, looking the very picture of despair, too sick to know or care what was going on. "Mr. Blinks, I've found your man," said the doctor, when the paymaster's steward made his appearance. "Well, my fine fellow," said Blinks, turning to the mate, and smiling grimly, "how do you feel by this time? Very pleasant morning, isn't it! I knew I'd catch you, you scoundrel," he exclaimed, suddenly changing his tune; "I'll teach you to steal my pies!" "I--I--don't know what you mean, sir!" said the mate, in surprise. "Don't talk to me, you villain," said Blinks savagely; "didn't you eat a pie last night?" "Yes, sir," answered Jenkins, hesitatingly, "but"-- "I knew you did, you rascal." "But the pie was given to me, sir," said the mate. "Oh, that story won't do at all. I'll fix you. Go below." In a short, time the mate, who was so weak that he was scarcely able to stand alone, was summoned before the captain, who gave him a severe reprimand, and disrated him. He came down on deck, looking very forlorn indeed; and as he passed by Simpson, who, with Frank and Archie, was standing in the starboard gangway, the former exclaimed: "That's what I call squaring the yards; I'm even with him now."