Then I'll get the run of the different dancing crowds, and be invited to their homes, and to parties, and all that, and with the money I've got I can last out till next January, when I'll go sealing again." No; he wasn't going to drink.

He knew the way of it, particularly his way of it, wine in, wit out, and his money would be gone in no time.

He had his choice, based on bitter experience, between three days' debauch among the sharks and harpies of the Barbary Coast and a whole winter of wholesome enjoyment and sociability, and there wasn't any doubt of the way he was going to choose.
Said Axel Gunderson, who didn't care for dancing and social functions: "I've got a good pay-day.

Now I can go home.

It is fifteen years since I've seen my mother and all the family.