"Can't keep my pipe lit!" he called to me, as I stood beside him; and

at last, Peterson, in a real time of danger, seemed altogether happy

and altogether free of apprehension beyond that regarding his pipe.

At the first breaking of the storm I had, of course, ordered all ports

closed, and had sent both my young companions to the ladies' cabin

aft, as the driest part of the boat. Even there, the water that

sometimes fell upon our decks as the great waves broke, poured aft and

even broke about the cabin, drenching everything above deck. It was

man's work that was to be done now, yet none could bear a hand in it

save the engineer and the steersman. I was, therefore, ready sternly

to reprove Jean Lafitte when, presently, I saw him making the perilous

passage forward, clinging to the rail and wet to the skin before he

could reach the forward deck. But he protested so earnestly and seemed

withal so fit and keen, that I relented and allowed him to take his

place by us at the wheel, showing him as well as I could, on the

chart, the course we were trying to hold--the mouth of a long channel,

six miles or more, dredged by the government across a foot of the bay

and making through to deeper and more sheltered waters beyond.

"S'posin' we don't hit her, in this fog!" asked Jean Lafitte.

"It is our business to do that," was my reply. "In an hour or so more

we shall know. How did you leave the ladies, Jean?"

"Jimmy, he's sicker'n anything," was his reply, "except the old lady,

and she's sicker'n Jimmy! The young lady, Miss Emory, she's all right,

an' she's holdin' their heads. She says she don't get sick. Neither do

I--ain't that funny? But gee, this is rougher'n any waves ever was on

our lake. What're you goin' to do?"

"Hold straight ahead, Jean," I answered. "Now, wouldn't you better go

back to the others?"

"Naw, I ain't scared--much. I told Jimmy, I did, any pirate ought to

be ashamed to get sick. But they're all scared. So'm I, some," he

added frankly.

I might have made some confession of my own, had I liked, for I did

not, in the least, fancy the look of things; but after a time, I

compromised with sturdy Jean by sending him below into the dining

saloon, whence he could look out through the glass front and see the

tumbling sea ahead. Through the glazed housing I could see him

standing, hands in pockets, legs wide, gazing out in the simple

confidence that all was well, and enjoying the tumult and excitement

of it all in his boyish ignorance.

"He don't know!" grinned Peterson to me, and I only nodded in silence.




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