This place isn't as grand as a hotel, but Betty's beds are as clean
as any of 'em, and if you will you're welcome to stay all night."
"Thank you, I'll do so gladly," replied Richard quickly, for the
proposition took a load from his mind. "I'll pay you whatever--"
"Avast there! What do you think I am, to take money from you for that?
No, thanky, I'm no land shark."
"I know you're not," replied Richard quickly, for he saw that the
sailor's feelings had been hurt, "but I would like to do something in
return."
"No need of that. Tell you what you can do though," continued Doc
Linyard, after a moment's reflection.
"Well?"
"Write me out an advertisement for the newspapers. My eddication ain't
none of the best, and my hand's more used to a marline spike than it
is to a pen."
"Willingly. What do you want to advertise?"
"I want to put a notice in for my brother-in-law. I'll give you all
the particulars."
"Very well. Have you pen, ink and paper?"
"Yes; Betty, will you bring 'em?"
Mrs. Linyard nodded.
A few minutes later the dishes were cleared away, and Richard prepared
to write out the advertisement.
CHAPTER IX.
LOCKED OUT.
During Richard's and Doc Linyard's meal the Watch Below had been
gradually filling up, principally with sailors, the majority of whom
were short, heavy-set men, who clapped each other on the back and
carried on their conversation in a sea lingo that was nearly
unintelligible to Richard.
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