That lasted another year.

Then I found myself in 'Frisco, where I shipped in a four-masted barque and come home round the Horn.

I was pretty sick of the sea after two bad goes of rheumatic fever, so I made up my mind to hunt up Turold.

I found him after a while.

He didn't seem best pleased to see me at first, but he said I could stay till he had time to think out what he could do for me.