That's all, lads; breakfast is ready; lay down all except the lookout." We watched while they streamed down the ratlines and gathered forward of the galley, squatting in groups on the deck.

To all appearances the fellows had not a care in the world, or any thought of the stirring scenes just passed through.

The girl's hand touched my sleeve, and I turned and looked into her face.
"A happy-go-lucky lot," I said pleasantly.

"Real sailormen.

As long as they are fed and housed why worry about tomorrow.