Corwell and Mallet walked down to the boat with her and saw her get in. She kissed her hand to them and in a few minutes was out of sight.
IV
A light, cool breeze, which had set in at daylight, was blowing when Mary Corwell boarded the Ceres . Totten and Harris met her at the gangway, caps in hand. Poor Sam, their former shipmate, had died of fever a month before. They were delighted to hear that she intended to remain on board, and Harris at once told Miguel, the scoundrelly -faced Manila cook, to get breakfast ready.
"And you must have your breakfast with me," said Mary, "and after that you must obey my orders. I am to be captain to-day."
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As she and the two seamen sat aft under the awning, at their breakfast, Selak , the leading Malay, and his fellows squatted on the fore-
