You meet in
the North Sea, at a point to be fixed between yourselves, the _Olaf_,
Captain Petersen--sitting by your side."
Captain Cable turned and gravely shook hands with Captain Petersen.
"Thought you was a seafaring man," he said. And Captain Petersen replied
that he was "Vair pleased."
"The cargo is to be transshipped at sea, out of sight of land or
lightship. But that we can safely leave to you, Captain Cable."
"I don't deny," replied the mariner, who was measuring Captain Petersen
out of the corner of his eye, "that I have been there before."
"You can then go up the Baltic in ballast to some small port--just a
sawmill, at the head of a fjord--where I shall have a cargo of timber
waiting for you to bring back to London. When can you begin loading,
captain?"
"To-morrow," replied the captain. "Ship's lying in the river now, and if
these gentlemen would like to see her, she's as handy a--"
"No, I do not think we shall have time for that!" put in the banker,
hastily. "And now we must leave you and Captain Petersen to settle your
meeting-place. You have your charts?"
By way of response the captain produced from his pocket sundry folded
papers, which he laid tenderly on the table.
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