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The two comrades loitered along, watching the changing crowds,

gay with their colored caps and scarfs. Some men were already in

liquor, and all seemed to be headed in that general direction.

Suddenly, as Code was about to urge Pete along, he gave an

exclamation and stopped short.

"What's the matter, skipper?"

"I wonder where he is now?" Code's eyes were searching the crowd.

"I saw him right over there."

He pointed to a certain spot.

"Who? What? Are you crazy, Code?"

"'Arry Duncan, the traitor that ruined our bait. I'd have sworn I

saw him. It came all of a sudden and went away again. But I guess

it couldn't have been anything but a close resemblance." He

laughed nervously. "Gave me the creeps for a minute, though."

"Lor-rd!" shivered Pete, who had all the superstitions of the sea

at his fingers' ends. "Mebbe he's chasin' us around fer wrongly

accusin' him. They do that sometimes, you know. He's probably

dead an' that's his sperrit, ha'ntin' us."