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"What next?",In the outer room the learned discussion was terminated suddenly by a loud exclamation from the old doctor.,She opened her hand. In it lay a shining twenty-dollar gold piece. Billy's mouth fell open in astonishment.,"I have met with several. To which did he refer?",The man swore and said something to his companion. "Hey, hold up! Want to sell part of them ducks?" he asked.,"I cannot imagine why the steward of the ship came to be employed, as Mr Adams tells us—an assertion you justify by saying that you saw this man in the cabin of the vessel—unless Mr Lawrence sent the letter.","Who are you, anyway?" asked Scroggie as he got groggily to his feet.,"As a gentleman!" said Captain Acton, who followed his daughter's words with mingled impatience and wonder.,The Admiral, Mr Fellowes, and the surgeon had come on board when the litter was being lowered, and stood in momentary pause beside it, whilst men were summoned to convey the wounded man to his father's cabin. Lucy swept round to the Admiral, and with her hands still clasped, cried to him softly: "Oh, Sir William, it is your son—I could not imagine—is he dying—will he die?",This tale induced Captain Acton to indulge in the recital of a hair-breadth escape of his own, but a flow of exciting anecdotes was arrested by Miss Acton declaring that she was not strong enough to bear to hear such horrid, moving stories, particularly just a little before bed-time.,"But you don't say you were paid to do so," answered Greyquill.,Yet Captain Acton appeared to find in Mr Lawrence this evening a quality of bearing, a character of masculine beauty which had not certainly before impressed him to anything like the same degree. He had carefully dressed himself; his manner betokened complete self-possession; his handsome eyes shone clear and steady, and his face exhibited a mind whose command over itself was complete. The worn look partly due to dissipation, partly due to the hard life of the sea which[Pg 62] was often injuriously visible by daylight, was now concealed in the soft veil of light shed by the wax candles. They shook hands, and seated themselves..