“I protest that it was only an accident that I happened on that paragraph!” exclaimed Scott, blushing under his browned face.

“You found what you were looking for, and that was no accident.  I feel that I have added an excellent young officer to the number of my officers,” added Captain Ringgold.

“I thank you, sir, with all my heart; but may I ask one favor of you?” inquired the third officer.

“Name it, and I will grant it if possible.”

“I earnestly request that you do not mention this little matter to any person on board of the ship.”

The commander of the Guardian-Mother was an honest and just man, and he was disposed to give credit to any one who deserved it, even at his own expense, and he looked at the young officer in silence for some moments.  Then they argued the question for a time; but the captain finally granted the new officer’s request, praising him for his modesty, which was rather a newly developed virtue in his character.

The steamer continued to roll violently when Louis assisted Miss Blanche down the stairs to the main cabin.  The dozen passengers who had not gone on deck after luncheon were in excellent humor, for all of them were experienced sailors by this time, and beyond the discomforts of seasickness.  All of them held the commander in such high respect and regard, that not one of them mentioned the failure of his prediction of fine weather for the next five or six days.  Perhaps all of them wondered, for the captain’s predictions before had been almost invariably verified; but not one of them spoke of his missing it in this instance.

The gale continued the rest of the day and during the night.  When the morning watch came on duty at four o’clock, Captain Ringgold was pacing the promenade deck, peering through the darkness, and observing the huge waves that occasionally washed the upper deck.  He had not slept a wink during the night, though he had reclined an hour on the divan in the pilot-house.  He was not alarmed for the safety of his ship, but he looked out for her very carefully in heavy weather.

He was particularly interested in the conduct of the Blanche.  She had taken a position to windward of the Guardian-Mother, and appeared to be doing quite as well in the heavy sea as her consort.  She had been built with all the strength and solidity that money could buy; and she was as handsome a craft as ever floated, not even excepting her present companion on the stormy sea, and she was proving herself to be an able sea-boat.

“Good-morning, Mr. Scott,” said the commander, as the young officer touched his cap to him.

Scott had been temporarily placed in the watch with the first officer, and his post of duty was at the after part of the ship.

“Good-morning, Captain Ringgold,” replied Scott, as he halted to ascertain if the commander had any orders for him.  “The gale does not appear to have moderated since I turned in, sir.”