Peter Duck. Arthur Ransome

XXVI Threatening Weather

      XXVII Great Guns

      XXVIII The Finding of the Treasure

      XXIX Spanish Galleon

      XXX Dirty Work

      XXXI The Only Hope

      XXXII Whose Steps in the Dark?

      XXXIII All Aboard Once More

      XXXIV Waterspout

      XXXV “Bonies” and “Mallies”

      XXXVI “Spanish Ladies”

      ILLUSTRATIONS

       The Adventurers Set Sail

       The Wild Cat (Her Insides, Sails and Spars)

       The Swallows Join the Ship

       The Red-Haired Boy Goes Overboard

       Practice with the Halyards

       Nancy and Titty Sharing Their Misery

       The Cooks’ Galley

       Roger’s Night Scene

       Run Down in The Fog

       Sums

       Map of Crab Island

       Morning Splashes

       First Sight of Crab Island

       Bill’s Landing

      Swallow at Sea

       Settling in at Duckhaven

       Hard at Work

       The Treasure Found

       The Vipers Come Aboard

       In Duckhaven at Night

       Roger’s View of the Waterspout

      NOTE ON THE PICTURES

      When we began to do these pictures we decided that each of us was to put her (or his) name to her own works of art. But this was hopeless. Everybody wanted to help with every picture, even passing natives who saw what we were doing. So we had to leave all names out except in the case of Roger’s two pictures which anybody would know anyhow.

      CAPTAIN NANCY BLACKETT

BOOK ONE

      THE WILD CAT

CHAPTER I

      QUAYSIDE

       He turns his head, but in his ear

       The steady trade-winds run,

       And in his eye the endless waves

       Ride on into the sun.

      BINYON

      “PETER DUCK was sitting on a bollard on the north quay of Lowestoft Inner Harbour, smoking his pipe in the midday sunshine and looking down at a little, green, two-masted schooner that was tied up there while making ready for sea. He was an old sailor with a fringe of white beard round a face that was as brown and wrinkled as a walnut. He had sailed in the clipper ships racing home with tea from China. He had sailed in the wool ships from Australia. He had been round the Horn again and again and knew it, as he used to say, as well as he knew the crook of his own thumb. But for a long time now he had left the sea. He lived in an old wherry on the Norfolk rivers, sailing this way and that between Norwich and Lowestoft and Yarmouth and Beccles, sometimes with a cargo of potatoes, sometimes with a cargo of coals, and sometimes with the deck of his wherry piled so high with reeds for thatching that the sail would hardly clear them. But he had not very much to do and every now and then he used to leave his old wherry in Oulton Broad and slip down to Lowestoft to look at the boats and the fishermen and to smell the fresh wind blowing in from the sea. And for two or three days now he had been coming along to smoke his pipe on this particular bollard because he liked the looks of the little green schooner that was lying there moored to the quay.

      There was a queer thing about this little schooner. There seemed to be only one man aboard her, a big fat man with a bald head. Peter Duck knew what his name was, for there were two girls helping him, and Peter Duck heard them calling him sometimes “Uncle Jim,” but more often “Captain Flint.” And he heard this Captain Flint calling the girls “Captain Nancy” and “Mate Peggy,” but that, he thought, was probably his fun. The thing that puzzled Peter Duck most was that there didn’t seem to be a crew. Yet anybody could tell that the little schooner was getting ready for sea. Captain Flint and those two girls were for ever running to the ships’ chandler’s in the town and coming back with new canvas buckets, and tins of paint, and marlinespikes, and spare blocks, and what not. And as for the stores that had gone aboard her, Peter Duck had heard from a friend in the Custom-House at the end of the quay, you would have thought she was bound twice round the world and back again. And old Peter Duck looked down at her from the top of the quay and wished he was going too. “Going foreign, she is, to