Having locked up one prisoner the skipper went below and released the other, who passed quickly from a somewhat hysterical condition to one of such haughty disdain that the captain was thoroughly cowed, and stood humbly aside to let her pass. The fat seaman was standing in front of the cage as she reached it, and regarding the bear with much satisfaction until Kate sidled up to him, and begged him, as a personal favour, to go in the cage and undo it. “Undo it! Why he’d kill me!” gasped the fat seaman, aghast at such simplicity. “I don’t think he would,” said his tormenter, with a bewitching smile; “and I’ll wear a lock of your hair all my life if you do. But you’d better give it to me before you go in.” “I ain’t going in,” said the fat sailor shortly. “Not for me?” queried Kate archly. “Not for fifty like you,” replied the old man firmly. “He nearly had me when he was loose. I can’t think how he got out.” “Why, I let him out,” said Miss Rumbolt airily. “Just for a little run. How would you like to be shut up all day?” The sailor was just going to tell her with more fluency than politeness when he was interrupted. “That’ll do,” said the skipper, who had come behind them. “Go for’ard, you. There’s been enough of this fooling; the lady thought you had taken the ship. Thompson, I’ll take the helm; there’s a little wind coming. Stand by there.” He walked aft and relieved the steersman, awkwardly conscious that the men were becoming more and more interested in the situation, and also that Kate could hear some of their remarks. As he pondered over the subject, and tried to think of a way out of it, the cause of all the trouble came and stood by him. “Did my father know of this?” she inquired. “I don’t know that he did exactly,” said the skipper uneasily. “I just told him not to expect you back that night.” “And what did he say?” said she. “Said he wouldn’t sit up,” said the skipper, grinning, despite himself. Kate drew a breath the length of which boded no good to her parent, and looked over the side. “I was afraid of that traveller chap from Ipswich,” said Hezekiah, after a pause. “Your father told me he was hanging round you again, so I thought I—well, I was a blamed fool anyway.” “See how ridiculous you have made me look before all these men,” said the girl angrily. “They’ve been with me for years,” said Hezekiah apologetically, “and the mate said it was a magnificent idea. He quite raved about it, he did. I wouldn’t have done it with some crews, but we’ve had some dirty times together, and they’ve stood by me well. But of course that’s nothing to do with you. It’s been an adventure I’m very sorry for, very.” “A pretty safe adventure for _you_,” said the girl scornfully. “_You_ didn’t risk much. Look here, I like brave men. If you go in the cage and undo that bear, I’ll marry you. That’s what _I_ call an adventure.” “Smith,” called the skipper quietly, “come and take the helm a bit.”