"Braun would never trust that fool.

He's only a human sponge, a confirmed soak." Far out on the waters the "Mesopotamia" was plowing along, the blue water curling merrily away from her bows.

Mr.August Meyer, blithe and light-hearted, gaily waved his cigar in answer to the lights of a passing steamer bound homeward.

"My compliments to Mr.Randall Clayton!" he laughed, as he strode along the quarter deck, the only cabin passenger.

"We have given Fate a clean pair of heels.