It did the trick.

With that seemingly insignificant remnant of a comfortable little fortune, I induced one of the native coal carriers,--a Portuguese nobleman, I shall always call him,--to part with his trousers, shirt and hat.

I slipped 'em on over my own clothes, stuffed my boots and socks inside my shirt, picked up his basket of coal, and walked aboard.

It isn't necessary, I suppose, to state that my career as a dock-hand ceased with that solitary basket of coal, or that having once put foot aboard the Doraine, I was in a position to book myself as a passenger." "Well, I'm damned!" said Captain Trigger.

"Some one shall pay for this carelessness, Mr.Mott.