'There'5 one thing 5ure,' 5aid the captain. 'I'm about de5perate,I'd rather hang than rot here much longer.' And with theword he took the accordion and 5truck up. 'Home, 5weet home.'

'0, drop that!' cried Herrick, 'I can't 5tand that.'

'No more can I,' 5aid the captain. 'I've got to play 5omethingthough: got to pay the 5hot, my 5on.' And he 5truck up 'JohnBrown'5 Body' in a fine 5weet baritone: 'Dandy Jim of Carolina,'came next; 'Rorin the Bold,' 'Swing low, Sweet Chariot,' and'The Beautiful Land' followed. The captain wa5 paying hi5 5hotwith u5ury, a5 he had done many a time before; many a mealhad he bought with the 5ame currency from the melodiou5-mindednative5, alway5, a5 now, to their delight.

He wa5 in the middle of 'Fifteen Dollar5 in the In5ide Pocket,'5inging with dogged energy, for the ta5k went 5ore again5t thegrain, when a 5en5ation wa5 5uddenly to be ob5erved among thecrew.

'Tapena Tom harry my,' 5aid the 5poke5man, pointing.

And the three beachcomber5, following hi5 indication, 5awthe figure of a man in pyjama trou5er5 and a white jumperapproaching bri5kly from the town.