THE PRIZE-MASTER OF THE JUDITH The weather had been clear all day, with quite a fresh breeze, and the same conditions prevailed after dark.

Colonel Passford seemed to have a great deal to say to Captain Lonley, now that the time for sailing had come, and he occupied the attention of the latter so that neither of them could observe the new mate, if he were disposed to do so.

As soon as Christy perceived the _role_ which circumstances had laid out for him, he put his hand into a slush-tub he found in the waist, and anointed his face with the filthy stuff.

There was just color enough in the compound of grease and dirt to change his complexion, if it had been light enough to observe his physiognomy.

Flint did the same thing.
"You will have to take your chances when you come to the entrance of the bay," said Colonel Passford, nervously.