Tom took him to the lookout far ahead on the tow and Paul forgot all about home and gave himself up to the delight of watching the swiftly passing banks while he listened to the swish, swish of the water as it beat against the bows of the barges.

He was seated with the men on the watch, who passed the time telling stories and laughing at rough jokes.

When it was getting late his big friend Tom, said: "Now Paul, it's time you turned in.

There's your bunk," pointing to a shelf in the dark and damp look-out house.

Paul prepared to retire while the men continued their stories.