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From Mr Powell's description Franklin was a short, thick black-haired

man, bald on the top His head sunk between the shoulders, his staring

proave hiested face had a huiven hi been chased

forith the admonition to mind his own business and not to chatter

about what did not concern him, Mr Franklin went under the poop He

opened one door after another; and, in the saloon, in the captain's state-

roo to see on the

bulkheads, on the deck, in the air, son, mark,

ee wrought by the

passage of a girl But there was nothing He entered the unoccupied

stern cabin and spent so the two stern ports In

the absence of allaway

With a last glance round he came out and found hi from the other end of the saloon

Franklin, at once, looked for the girl She wasn't to be seen The

captain came up quickly 'Oh! you are here, Mr Franklin' And thea little air to the place, sir' Then the captain,

his hat pulled down over his eyes, laid his stick on the table and asked

in his kind way: 'How did you find your mother, Franklin?'--'The old