At one side was the writing-desk, fashioned by clumsy hands, and scattered about was a miscellaneous assortment of odds and ends, consisting of sea-boots and oilskin coats, nets, and fishing-tackle.
"Not a ladies' parlor," Inza admitted, glancing about "But I tell you I was glad to get into it." "And you don't know anything about the people on the _Merry Seas_ ?" Frank asked.
A look of pain swept across the dark, handsome face.
"Not a thing! I am worried to death about all of them, especially father.

But I hope for the best.

If any others went overboard, the tug was right there to pick them up, and we can believe, until we know otherwise, that it did.

We have been so very fortunate ourselves!" "More than fortunate!" Merry observed, with a thankful heart.

"Now, if we can only get to the city without delay! Call in the fishermen and perhaps an offer of money can do something.