“The cargo is to be transshipped at sea, out of sight of land or lightship. But that we can safely leave to you, Captain Cable.” “I don't deny,” replied the mariner, who was measuring Captain Petersen out of the corner of his eye, “that I have been there before.” “You can then go up the Baltic in ballast to some small port--just a sawmill, at the head of a fjord--where I shall have a cargo of timber waiting for you to bring back to London. When can you begin loading, captain?” “To-morrow,” replied the captain. “Ship's lying in the river now, and if these gentlemen would like to see her, she's as handy a--” “No, I do not think we shall have time for that!” put in the banker, hastily. “And now we must leave you and Captain Petersen to settle your meeting-place. You have your charts?” By way of response the captain produced from his pocket sundry folded papers, which he laid tenderly on the table. For the last ten years he had been postponing the necessity of buying new charts of certain sections of the North Sea. He looked round at the high walls and the overhanging trees. “Hope the wind don't come blustering in here much,” he said, apprehensively, as he unfolded the ragged papers with great caution. The fair-haired young man drew forward his chair, and Cable, seeing the action, looked at him sharply. “Seafaring man?” he inquired, with a weight of doubt and distrust in his voice. “Not by profession, only for fun.” “Fun? Man and boy, I've used the sea forty years, and I haven't yet found out where the fun comes in!” “This gentleman,” explained the banker, “his Ex--Mr.--” He paused, and looked inquiringly at the white-haired gentleman. “Mr. Martin.” “Mr. Martin will be on board the _Olaf_ when you meet Captain Petersen in the North Sea. He will act as interpreter. You remember that Captain Petersen speaks no English, and you do not know his language. The two crews, I understand, will be similarly placed. Captain Peterson undertakes to have no one on board speaking English. And your crew, my fren'?” “My crew comes from Sun'land. Men that only speak English, and precious little of that,” replied Captain Cable. He had his finger on the chart, but paused and looked up, fixing his bright glance on the face of the white-haired gentleman. “There's one thing--I'm a plain-spoken man myself--what is there for us two--us seafaring men?” “There is five hundred pounds for each of you,” replied the white-haired gentleman for himself, in slow and careful English. Captain Cable nodded his grizzled head over the chart. “I like to deal with a gentleman,” he said, gruffly. “And so do I,” replied the white-haired foreigner, with a bow. Captain Cable grunted audibly. III A SPECIALTY