Were we chasing fancies, or was there really someone--something real,
among the shadows above us? My thoughts returned to that thing, Tammy
and I had seen near the log-reel. I remembered how incapable the Second
Mate had been of seeing anything then. I remembered how natural it had
seemed that he should not be able to see. I caught the word "stowaway"
again. After all, that might explain away _this_ affair. It would----

My train of thought was broken suddenly. One of the men was shouting and
gesticulating. "I sees 'im! I sees 'im!" He was pointing upwards over our heads. "Where?" said the man above me. "Where?" I was looking up, for all that I was worth. I was conscious of a certain
sense of relief. "It is _real_ then," I said to myself. I screwed my
head round, and looked along the yards above us. Yet, still I could see
nothing; nothing except shadows and patches of light. Down on deck, I caught the Second Mate's voice. "Have you got him?" he was shouting. "Not yet, Zur," sung out the lowest man on the lee side. "We sees 'im, Sir," added Quoin. "I don't!" I said. "There 'e is agen," he said. We had reached the t'gallant rigging, and he was pointing up to the
royal yard. "Ye're a fule, Quoin. That's what ye are." The voice came from above. It was Jock's, and there was a burst of
laughter at Quoin's expense. I could see Jock now. He was standing in the rigging, just below the
yard. He had gone straight away up, while the rest of us were mooning
over the top. "Ye're a fule, Quoin," he said, again, "And I'm thinking the Second's
juist as saft." He began to descend. "Then there's no one?" I asked. "Na'," he said, briefly. As we reached the deck, the Second Mate ran down off the poop. He came
towards us, with an expectant air. "You've got him?" he asked, confidently. "There wasn't anyone," I said. "What!" he nearly shouted. "You're hiding something!" he continued,
angrily, and glancing from one to another. "Out with it. Who was it?" "We're hiding nothing," I replied, speaking for the lot. "There's no one
up there." The Second looked round upon us. "Am I a fool?" he asked, contemptuously. There was an assenting silence. "I saw him myself," he continued. "Tammy, here, saw him. He wasn't over
the top when I first spotted him. There's no mistake about it. It's all
damned rot saying he's not there." "Well, he's not, Sir," I answered. "Jock went right up to the royal
yard." The Second Mate said nothing, in immediate reply; but went aft a few
steps and looked up the main. Then he turned to the two 'prentices. "Sure you two boys didn't see anyone coming down from the main?" he
inquired, suspiciously. "Yes, Sir," they answered together. "Anyway," I heard him mutter to himself, "I'd have spotted him myself,
if he had." "Have you any idea, Sir, who it was you saw?" I asked, at this juncture. He looked at me, keenly. "No!" he said. He thought for a few moments, while we all stood about in silence,
waiting for him to let us go. "By the holy poker!" he exclaimed, suddenly. "But I ought to have
thought of that before." He turned, and eyed us individually. "You're all here?" he asked. "Yes, Sir," we said in a chorus. I could see that he was counting us. Then he spoke again. "All of you men stay here where you are. Tammy, you go into _your_ place
and see if the other fellows are in their bunks. Then come and tell me. Smartly now!" The boy went, and he turned to the other 'prentice. "You get along forrard to the fo'cas'le," he said. "Count the other
watch; then come aft and report to me." As the youngster disappeared along the deck to the fo'cas'le, Tammy
returned from his visit to the Glory Hole, to tell the Second Mate that
the other two 'prentices were sound asleep in their bunks. Whereupon,
the Second bundled him off to the Carpenter's and Sailmaker's berth, to
see whether they were turned-in. While he was gone, the other boy came aft, and reported that all the men
were in their bunks, and asleep. "Sure?" the Second asked him. "Quite, Sir," he answered. The Second Mate made a quick gesture. "Go and see if the Steward is in his berth," he said, abruptly. It was
plain to me that he was tremendously puzzled. "You've something to learn yet, Mr. Second Mate," I thought to myself. Then I fell to wondering to what conclusions he would come. A few seconds later, Tammy returned to say that the Carpenter, Sailmaker
and "Doctor" were all turned-in. The Second Mate muttered something, and told him to go down into the
saloon to see whether the First and Third Mates, by any chance, were not
in their berths. Tammy started off; then halted. "Shall I have a look into the Old Man's place, Sir, while I'm down
there?" he inquired. "No!" said the Second Mate. "Do what I told you, and then come and tell
me. If anyone's to go into the Captain's cabin, it's got to be me." Tammy said "i, i, Sir," and skipped away, up on to the poop. While he was gone, the other 'prentice came up to say that the Steward
was in his berth, and that he wanted to know what the hell he was
fooling round his part of the ship for. The Second Mate said nothing, for nearly a minute. Then he turned to us,
and told us we might go forrard. As we moved off in a body, and talking in undertones, Tammy came down
from the poop, and went up to the Second Mate. I heard him say that the
two Mates were in their berths, asleep. Then he added, as if it were an
afterthought--

"So's the Old Man." "I thought I told you--" the Second Mate began. "I didn't, Sir," Tammy said. "His cabin door was open." The Second Mate started to go aft. I caught a fragment of a remark he
was making to Tammy.

" --accounted for the whole crew. I'm--"

He went up on to the poop. I did not catch the rest. I had loitered a moment; now, however, I hurried after the others. As we
neared the fo'cas'le, one bell went, and we roused out the other watch,
and told them what jinks we had been up to. "I rec'on 'e must be rocky," one of the men remarked. "Not 'im," said another, "'e's bin 'avin' forty winks on the break, an'
dreemed 'is mother-en-lore 'ad come on 'er visit, friendly like." There was some laughter at this suggestion, and I caught myself smiling
along with the rest; though I had no reason for sharing their belief,
that there was nothing in it all. "Might 'ave been a stowaway, yer know," I heard Quoin, the one who had
suggested it before, remark to one of the A.B's named Stubbins--a short,
rather surly-looking chap. "Might have been hell!" returned Stubbins. "Stowaways hain't such fools
as all that." "I dunno," said the first. "I wish I 'ad arsked the Second what 'e
thought about it." "I don't think it was a stowaway, somehow," I said, chipping in. "What
would a stowaway want aloft? I guess he'd be trying more for the
Steward's pantry." "You bet he would, hevry time," said Stubbins. He lit his pipe, and
sucked at it, slowly. "I don't hunderstand it, all ther same," he remarked, after a moment's
silence. "Neither do I," I said.