"I'll be discharging tomorrow, and loading the next two days, and then I'll be away again." "Lend me the clothes and a sovereign," said I."I'll wire to my principal, the gentleman I told you about, to come here at once with clothes and money, so I'll repay you and hand your suit back first thing tomorrow morning, when I'll bring him to see you." He immediately pulled a sovereign out of his pocket, and, turning to a locker, produced a new suit of blue serge and some necessary linen.
"Aye ?" he remarked, a bit wonderingly.

"You'll be for fetching him along here, then?
And for what purpose ?" "I want him to take your evidence about picking me up," I answered.
"That's one thing--and--there's other reasons that we'll tell you about afterwards.

And--don't tell anybody here of what's happened, and pass the word for silence to your crew.

It'll be something in their pockets when my friend comes along." He was a cute man, and he understood that my object was to keep the news of my escape from Sir Gilbert Carstairs, and he promised to do what I asked.

And before long--he and I being, as he had observed, very much of a size, and the serge suit fitting me very well--I was in the streets of Dundee, where I had never been before, seeking out a telegraph office, and twiddling the skipper's sovereign between thumb and finger while I worked out a problem that needed some little thought.
I must let my mother and Maisie know of my safety--at once.