What'll I call yer ?" "Steve." "Steve--hey; sorter handy man, ain't yer ?" "Well, I've done a little of everything in my time.

I'm not afraid to work." During most of the remaining hours of the morning the mate kept me employed below, in company with a number of others of the crew, in sorting over the miscellaneous cargo, which had evidently been very hastily loaded.

I began to think that I had made a wrong choice, and that, in the guise of a passenger, with the freedom of the upper decks, my chances for observation would have been decidedly better.

The work was hard, and dirty, and, after a few hours of it, I must have looked my assumed part to perfection.

However, it was now too late to assert myself, and I could only trust blindly to Fate to furnish me with the information I needed.