Publisher's Synopsis
Mr. Baker, chief mate of the ship Narcissus, stepped in one stride out of his lighted cabin into the darkness of the quarter-deck. Above his head, on the break of the poop, the night-watchman rang a double stroke. It was nine o'clock. Mr. Baker, speaking up to the man above him, asked: -"Are all the hands aboard, Knowles?"The man limped down the ladder, then said reflectively: -"I think so, sir. All our old chaps are there, and a lot of new men has come.... They must be all there.""Tell the boatswain to send all hands aft," went on Mr. Baker; "and tell one of the youngsters to bring a good lamp here. I want to muster our crowd
