Excerpt.....The commander had been gazing at the oncoming boat, as well as at the distant shore line, through his binoculars, and, almost mechanically, he gave orders to drop the anchors fore and aft.
“Going to stop, captain?” asked the millionaire ship owner.
“Yes. It will do no harm. And I want to see what these fellows in the boat are after.”
“I’ll come up on the bridge. I guess,” grunted Arnold. “Come on, Carter!”
The sacred bridge of a steamer is not going to be profaned by the feet of an uninvited person unless he happens to be the owner or some one of equal importance.
Jefferson Arnold and his friends, of course, had the privilege.....
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