THE CABIN OF THE NAMUR Both huge black hands grasped the spokes, and it was evident that it required all his giant strength to control the bucking wheel.

He was an ugly-looking brute, the lower portion of his face apelike, and the wool growing so low as to leave him scarcely an inch of forehead.

His eyes lifted an instant from the binnacle card to glance at me curiously.

They exhibited no flash of recognition.

With sudden relief, and a determination to thoroughly assure myself, I stepped forward and accosted him.
"Little heavy for one man, isn't it ?" "Oh, Ah don't mind, boss," his thick lips grinning.