"It was mean of me to say anything; but the ship was going to ruin, and I'm rather glad I spoke, though I didn't intend to do so." "I will make it all right, Shuffles," replied Paul, as he descended the cabin steps.
Mr.Lowington was in the main cabin, and the second lieutenant knocked at the door.

He was readily admitted, and invited to take a seat, for the principal was as polite to the young gentlemen as though they had been his equals in age and rank.
"I would like to speak with you alone, if you please, sir," Paul began, glancing at the cabin steward, who was at work in the pantry.
"Come into my state room," said the principal, leading the way.
"I hope your business does not relate to the discipline of the ship," continued Mr.Lowington, when they were seated, and the door of the room was closed.

"If it does, you should have applied to the captain." "This is a peculiar case, sir, and I obtained my information while off duty," replied Paul, with some embarrassment; for he had thought of communicating his startling discovery to Captain Gordon, and had only been deterred from doing so by the fear of betraying Shuffles.
"I will hear what you have to say." "There is something very bad going on in the steerage," said Paul, seriously.
"Indeed! What is it ?" asked the principal, full of interest and anxiety.
"Gambling, sir." "Gambling!" repeated Mr.Lowington, his brow contracting.
Paul made no reply; and he expected to be asked how he had obtained the startling information.
"Are you quite sure of what you say, Mr.Kendall ?" "Yes, sir, I am.

In mess room No.

8, there are three or four students now engaged in gambling.