“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

A muddy sea and a dirty gray sky, a cold rain and a moaning wind.  Short-capped waves breaking to leeward in a little hiss of spray.  The water itself sandy and discolored.  Far away to the east, where the green-gray and the dirty gray merge into one, a windmill spinning in the breeze—­Holland.  Near at hand, standing in the sea, the picture of wet and disconsolate solitude, a little beacon, erect on three legs, like a bandbox affixed to a giant easel.  It is alight, although it is broad daylight; for it is always alight, always gravely revolving, night and day, alone on this sandbank in the North Sea.  It is tended once in three weeks.  The lamp is filled; the wick is trimmed; the screen, which is ingeniously made to revolve by the heat of the lamp, is lubricated, and the beacon is left to its solitude and its work.