CHAPTER XXVII.

MAN AT THE WHEEL AND MAN IN THE MOON.

HO is that steering?” asked Rick one morn-

  
 
 
  
  

ing, catching a ees of a man’s head aft

of the cabin.

“He is the man at the wheel,” said Ralph in
tones of pride at his vast nautical information.

“No, it ain’t. It is Jack Bobstay.”
That magical name started up both of the
boys, and they flew along, taking different
sides of the ship, aiming, though, at the
===. same beloved object, Jack Bobstay, and
colliding with him in a style of so much

THE CHRONOMETER, wheel’? was almost knocked over.

emphatic affection that “the man at the

“Come, youngsters,” roared Jack good-naturedly, “you are wuss
than a squall of wind in the Bay of Biscay.”

“ Fixcuse us,” said Ralph. “We were in a hurry to get to you.”

“Good deal of the gentleman about them rough-and-tumble
youngsters,” thought Jack. )
_ “What’s this?” asked Rick, eying sone ae he did not understand.

It was a case fastened to the cabin-wall, and divided into lzttle
compartments. In one was a clock; in a second, a lamp; and in a
third, a compass.

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