Schooner-Man Again.

The war was over, and Stenhouse and he embarked in commercial shipping, with any amount of excitement but no profit. As if the ice and snow still called him, Worsley must go up in command of a small schooner to Iceland. He had trouble with his crew, and had to keep his revolver handy.

After all manner of troubles, cheerfully surmounted, Worsley brought his crazy little schooner into Kirkwall. He wired to Shackleton, who was then about to fit out a new Antarctic expedition:

“Tally-ho! Just arrived. Sails blown away. Ship frapped, and mast held up with cable.”

Shackleton replied immediately: “Well done, Skipper! Join me as soon as possible.”