Eph returned to deck, leaning against the starboard rail of the quarter deck.  Below, he heard some sounds of remonstrance in feminine voices.  Then, as a step sounded on the after companionway, and Eph straightened up, he heard a woman’s voice say: 

“United States Navy?  I would call this a good deal more like piracy!”

“But, mamma—­”

“Hush, child!”

Mrs. Barnard, when she stepped on deck, looked as severe as her husband appeared mild.

Ensign Eph doffed his cap quickly to the ladies.

“I know this does not please you,” he said, courteously, “but I will ask you to remember that I am acting under orders, and have no choice.”

“It is outrageous to stop a pleasure craft in this fashion!” declared Mrs. Barnard, haughtily.

“Do you know why we are making this search, madam?” asked Eph, sweetly.

“Of course I don’t,” snapped the good lady.

“Then I marvel,” replied Eph, with another bow, “that you can have an opinion of something that you don’t understand.”

One of the girls was so undutiful as to snigger.  Thereupon, one of the young men joined in the laugh, which became so general that the severe expression on Mrs. Barnard’s face softened considerably.

“Perhaps I owe you an apology, young man, for having spoken as I did of you,” admitted the good lady.

“You only called us pirates,” smiled Eph.  “That wasn’t much.”

“Perhaps I said more than I should have said, young man,” admitted Mrs. Barnard.

“Mamma, wouldn’t it be better to address this officer by his title?” asked the elder of the girls.  Then, turning to Eph, the same speaker inquired: 

“May I ask your title?  Are you a captain?”

“Only an ensign, miss,” Eph replied, “and only an acting ensign at that.”

While this brief conversation had been going on, the cook, stewards and watch below were being routed out.  Now Captain Walford came aft to report: 

“All hands on board, sir, have been turned out for your inspection.”

“All?” insisted Eph.

“All, sir.”

“Then, Captain Walford, I am going to do something that may appear very extreme, but I regret to say that I can’t help it.  I must search this craft.  If I allowed one for whom we are seeking to slip through our fingers it would bring a lot of blame down about my head.”

Eph now stepped back to the rail, ordering six of the sailors on board.  To them he gave his orders.  The party spread, going below.  Eph, excusing himself to the ladies, went with the sailors.

No more thorough search could have been made.  Every nook and cranny of the schooner was searched, but at last Eph was obliged to admit that the man he sought was not aboard.

“My apologies to everyone for all trouble caused,” declared Ensign Somers.  “I trust you will find it easy to believe that I have only been following my orders; and, therefore, doing my duty.”