A Favorite Lady

Nancy caught his arm and tried to take the little box from him. But Grizzle Face, muscular and wiry, shook her off easily and dashed away.

“You can’t have that! ” Nancy cried, running after him.

“It’s mine! ” he flung over his shoulder.

She tried desperately to catch up to him. Her mind raced with only one thought: she had to question him.

“I know you were a stowaway on the Bonny Scot! ” Nancy called after him. “Please! I only want to question you.”

But Grizzle Face kept on running. If only someone would come to help her capture him!

“The police will get you! ” she called, hoping to scare him.

The word police worked like magic. Grizzle Face halted in his tracks. “Police? ” he said. “I ain’t a thief.”

“You can keep the snuffbox, ” Nancy said, stopping. “Just answer a few questions for me.”

“Don’t come any closer, ” Grizzle Face ordered, “and maybe I’ll talk.” Nancy did not move. “Yeah, I was on the clipper. That satisfy you? ”

“Where were you during the storm? ” Nancy asked. “We looked everywhere for a stowaway.”

The sailor seemed gratified. “I know that ship better’n old Easterly does. There’s places.”

“What sort of places? ” Nancy insisted.

“Never mind.”

“You’ve sailed on her before? ” There was no answer to that, so Nancy continued, “The snuffbox has some connection with the Bonny Scot, hasn’t it? The cameo is like the figurehead that used to be on it.”

Involuntarily the man opened his big hand and glanced at the snuffbox. “Where’d you get that idea? ” he grunted.

Nancy felt that she was getting somewhere. If she could take him off guard, perhaps he would say something revealing.

“You stole the box! ” she accused him suddenly.

“I did not! It belongs to me! ”

“Is that so? ” Nancy looked at him skeptically. “You stole it from Captain Easterly’s cabin.”

“You think you know a lot, don’t you? Well, maybe you can tell me how the mate happened to have it, then.”

“The mate? ” Nancy repeated eagerly.

Red Quint gave her a startled look, as if just realizing he had said something wrong. With three long strides he was at the top of the nearest sand dune and down the other side.

Nancy ran after him, tripped as her heel caught the top of a hummock, and fell. By the time she struggled to her feet and reached the top of the dune, Quint had vanished.

The little mounds of sand, tufted with stiff grass, stretched for miles along the shore. He probably had dropped flat behind one of them and was waiting for her to go away.

Quint was an unsavory character, Nancy knew. She decided it would be wiser for her to return to the clipper than to hunt for him.

“But I ought to notify the police, ” she told herself. “After all, Quint was mixed up with the captain’s kidnapper.”

Nancy retrieved her handbag and then retraced her steps to town and found the local state trooper’s office. He promised to start a search for Quint at once and to alert headquarters.

“I hope he won’t shave off his grizzly beard, so he can’t be identified, ” Nancy reflected as she hurried back to the beach.

She shoved the dinghy into the water, and jumped into the boat. As Nancy bent to the oars, she reflected on the strange information Red Quint had given her. Where had he managed to hide on the ship so that even the captain could not find him? What had he meant when he said the mate had the snuffbox? The mate of the Bonny Scot in the old days? She wondered if Red ever had sailed on the clipper.

She was still some distance from the ship when Bess shouted, “Here she comes! ”

The girls put down the ladder and helped Nancy aboard, scolding her and asking dozens of questions.

“We thought you’d been drowned, kidnapped, or cut in small pieces! ” George told her. “Where were you? ”

Nancy told them and Captain Easterly of her visit to Mr. Frisbie and of the struggle with Grizzle Face.

“I’m sure he’s the one who dropped the snuffbox in your cabin, Captain Easterly, ” she concluded. “He says he got it from ‘the mate.’ What mate do you suppose he means? ”

The captain said he had no idea.

“Quint said there are hiding places on the clipper that even you don’t know about, ” Nancy went on.

“That’s possible, ” Captain Easterly admitted reluctantly. “Especially if the ship was ever used by pirates. They were a devilish, clever lot. But look here, it’s high time to eat.”

Nancy and the girls followed him down to the galley where they ate the delicious supper Bess had prepared.

Next morning George and Bess said they wanted to go along with Nancy to Mr. Frisbie’s shop. They left Captain Easterly to guard the clipper and enjoy the cool breeze under the deck awning.

The three girls rowed to shore. The first thing Nancy did was call State Police headquarters and ask if Red Quint had been found. There was no word about the man.

When they arrived at the barn, Mr. Frisbie greeted them with a smile. “I see you brought reinforcements, ” he said.

“Yes, ” said Nancy, and introduced her friends. “We’d like to see your interesting old books and drawings again, if you don’t mind.”

“Go ahead. Glad to find somebody that enjoys them, ” he said.

All morning the girls pored over the volumes whose pages were yellow with age.

Later the three friends dined in a little garden tearoom, and afterward walked along a winding road to a cluster of weathered gray cottages. They were occupied by artists who came to paint the sea and the quaint village. The girls watched some of them at work.

Then, at Nancy’s suggestion, Bess and George returned to the ship, donned their swimsuits, and spent a delightful afternoon in the water and on the beach.

While they were swimming, Nancy again searched for a clue in Mr. Frisbie’s old books. She read for some time, but came upon no information on ships with names whose initials could be P. R.

At five o’clock the girls picked her up and rowed back to the Bonny Scot. After supper they came up on deck and dropped into comfortable chairs.

The captain leaned back and lit his pipe as the girls discussed the missing figurehead. “More than one ship has lost its figurehead, for one reason or another, ” he said.

“Did they ever change the figurehead on purpose? ” George wanted to know.

Captain Easterly puffed on his pipe. “Sometimes they did. For instance, if a ship had a new captain, maybe he wouldn’t like the figurehead. So he’d change it for one he picked out himself.”

Nancy was thinking about another figurehead —the lovely woman carved on the snuffbox she had found.

“I wish I knew more about the mystery of that snuffbox, ” she said. “It must be valuable if old Grizzle Face wanted it. I’ll keep on looking till I find the history of it. I have a hunch that figurehead was on this ship.”

“Can you still remember what it looked like? ” Bess asked.

“I can now, but I’m afraid I’ll forget later, ” Nancy admitted. “I’ll make a sketch of it first thing in the morning.”

“I’m glad you said morning, ’ ” George confessed. “I can hardly keep my eyes open.”

The girls said good night to the captain and went below.

Captain Easterly stayed on deck and slept fitfully. Nothing happened, and morning dawned peacefully.

After breakfast Captain Easterly handed Nancy a box of pencils, crayons, and drawing paper he had on board. She set to work sketching the cameo from the snuffbox as best she could from memory. Nancy was so busy that she did not hear an approaching rowboat.

“Ahoy, there! ” called a man’s voice.

“Dad! ” Nancy jumped to her feet.

He came aboard, smiling. “Looks like an industrious and peaceful crew you’ve got here, Captain Easterly.”

The skipper shook hands with him. “At the moment, Yes. But we’ve had our troubles.”

“What’s this? ” Mr. Drew turned to his daughter. “More excitement aboard the Bonny Scot? ”

“Mr. Drew, you should have been here during the storm! ” Bess exclaimed. “It was simply horrible.”

“It was exciting, ” George and Nancy said together, laughing.

The girls told him about the voyage from Boston, the fire, the storm, and the two stowaways, one of whom had jumped overboard.

Mr. Drew frowned. “You’re lucky to be alive.” “The other stowaway was Red Quint. He was aboard all the time, ” George reported.

“He was looking for something, ” Nancy explained. “But we have no idea what. He dropped a snuffbox with a cameo of a lady on it—like this.” She showed her father the half-finished sketch.

“Handsome woman, ” Carson Drew commented. “Why are you sketching her? ”

“Because I think she was a figurehead, ” Nancy replied. “I have a hunch she was the figurehead on the Bonny Scot! ”

The lawyer became more interested. “I see you’ve made some progress on the case.”

“That she has, ” said the captain.

“I still have a long way to go before solving the mystery.”

Her father looked at her intently. Then he turned to the skipper of the Bonny Scot. “Captain Easterly, ” he said, “I’m afraid I have bad news for you.”