Postscript

THAT IS REALLY the end of the story. But those who like to be quite sure about everything may want to know a little more. The fleet set sail from Acle to Horning after a very early breakfast, and the twins had Flash all ready for the race before their A.P. came home. Tom moored the Teasel at Horning Staithe, where Jim Wooddall in Sir Garnet was moored too. The Admiral, Tom, Dick, Dorothea, and William aboard the Teasel, and Jim and his mate aboard the wherry, had a splendid view of the end of the race, which Flash won by the length of a short bowsprit. Dick and Dorothea went off home with proper discharge certificates, signed by three skippers and an admiral, to say that they could fairly be counted able-bodied seamen. The Admiral’s Brother Richard came back from London and sailed off again in the Teasel with the Admiral, and she rather enjoyed telling him, whenever things went a little wrong, that he ought to take some lessons from the Coots. The Admiral and he went to see the Dudgeons, and he pleased the doctor and his wife and Tom too, by painting a portrait of ‘our baby’, which was admired by a great many people when it was exhibited at Burlington House. Nothing more was seen of the Hullabaloos. They had had enough of the Margoletta, went straight home to town and had their wet luggage sent after them. Old Bob kept his word and explained to Rodley’s how much they owed to the salvage men of the Death and Glory. And Rodley’s were so pleased that they took the Death and Glory out of the water and scraped her and gave her a new coat of paint, and a new sail and spars, and an awning as good as the Titmouse’s, and something over in the way of pocket money for all three members of her crew.