The Great Ghost Ship
When we were called again, at a quarter to four, the man who roused us out, had some queer information.
"Toppin's gone-clean vanished!" he told us, as we began to turn out. "I never was in such a damned, hair-raisin' hooker as this here. It ain't safe to go about the bloomin' decks."
"'oo's gone?" asked Plummer, sittin