I speak of the longboat, of our thirst and hunger, and of the third officer, the fair lad with cheeks virgin of the razor, and that he it was who used it as a sinker when we strove to catch fish.
"But back in Boston.

Yarns and yarns, when seemingly I was gone in drink, I told my apparent cronies--men whom I despised, stupid dolts of creatures that they were.

But the word spread, until one day, a young man, a reporter, tried to interview me about the treasure and the _Wide Awake_.

I was indignant, angry .-- Oh, softly, steward, softly; in my heart was great joy as I denied that young reporter, knowing that from my cronies he already had a sufficiency of the details.
"And the morning paper gave two whole columns and headlines to the tale.
I began to have callers.

I studied them out well.