And as I was saying, he--' 'But was this the trip she sunk, or was--' 'Oh, no!--months afterward.

And so the old man, he--' 'Then she made TWO last trips, because you said--' He stepped back from the wheel, swabbing away his perspiration, and said-- 'Here!' (calling me by name), 'YOU take her and lie a while--you're handier at it than I am.

Trying to play yourself for a stranger and an innocent!--why, I knew you before you had spoken seven words; and I made up my mind to find out what was your little game.

It was to DRAW ME OUT.
Well, I let you, didn't I?
Now take the wheel and finish the watch; and next time play fair, and you won't have to work your passage.' Thus ended the fictitious-name business.

And not six hours out from St.
Louis! but I had gained a privilege, any way, for I had been itching to get my hands on the wheel, from the beginning.