My certificate open on the desk was under his left elbow and I couldn't very well go up and jerk it away.
"I don't know," says he carelessly, addressing the helpless captain but looking fixedly at me with an expression as if I hadn't been there.

"I don't know whether I ought to tell you that I know of a disengaged second mate at hand." "Do you mean you've got him here ?" shouts the other looking all over the empty public part of the office as if he were ready to fling himself bodily upon anything resembling a second mate.

He had been so full of his difficulty that I verify believe he had never noticed me.

Or perhaps seeing me inside he may have thought I was some understrapper belonging to the place.

But when Mr.Powell nodded in my direction he became very quiet and gave me a long stare.