Might it not be possible to so disguise myself as to become unnoticeable?
I sprang up to stare at my features in the small mirror hanging over the washstand.

The face which confronted me in surprise was almost a strange one even to my eyes.

Instead of the smart young soldier, smoothly shaven, with closely-trimmed hair, and rather carefully attired, as I had appeared on board the _Warrior_, the glass reflected a bearded face, the skin visibly roughened and reddened by exposure, the hair ragged and uncombed.

Even to my view there remained scarcely a familiar feature--the lack of razor and shears, the exposure to sun and water, the days of sickness and neglect, had all helped to transform me into a totally different-appearing person from what I had formerly been; the officer and gentleman had, by the mystery of environment, been changed into the outward semblance of a river roustabout.

Nor was this all.