An American captain was to succeed him as soon as the Doraine reached its destination in the United States.
Captain Trigger, a little past seventy, had sailed for nearly two years under the American flag at a time when all Englishmen were looking askance at it and wondering if it was ever to take its proper place among the righteous banners of the world.

It had taken its place among them, and the "old man" was happy.
His crew of one hundred and fifty was what might be aptly described as international.

The few Englishmen he had on board were noticeably unfit for active duty in the war zone.

There was a small contingent of Americans, a great many Portuguese, some Spaniards, Norwegians, and a more or less polyglot remainder without national classification.
His First Officer was a Scotch-American, the Second an Irish-American, the Chief Engineer a plain unhyphenated American from Baltimore, Maryland.

The purser, Mr.Codge, was still an Englishman, although he had lived in the United States since he was two years old,--a matter of forty-seven years and three months, if we are to believe Mr.Codge, who seemed rather proud of the fact that his father had neglected to forswear allegiance to Queen Victoria, leaving it to his son to follow his example in the case of King Edward the Seventh and of King George the Fifth.
There were eighty-one first-cabin passengers, one hundred and nineteen in the second cabin,--for the two had not been consolidated on the Doraine as was the case with the harried trans-Atlantic liners,--and approximately three hundred and fifty in the steerage.