"I'll hear what he has to say first hand." "Very well, sir." Mr.Mott started away, hesitated, rubbed his chin dubiously, and then came back.

"He's having a bit of breakfast, sir, and has asked for the loan of Mr.Codge's razors--" "What ?" roared the captain.
"I informed him he would have to appear before you at once, sir, and he said he was quite willing to do so, but would it be possible for him to tidy up a bit beforehand.

I am obliged to confess, sir, that I have never encountered a more interesting stowaway in all my career, which leads me to confess still further that I gave orders to feed him,--he hasn't had a mouthful to eat since we left port, owing to the fact, he says, that his luggage shifted the first day out and try as he would he couldn't locate it without a match, or something to that effect,--he rather stumped me, sir, with the graceful way he lies,--and then Mr.
Codge agreed to let him take one of his razors, and when I left him below, sir, it seemed quite certain that Mr.Gray was on the point of lending him a shirt and a change of underwear.

I--" "Good God, sir!" gasped Captain Trigger, with something more than emotion in his voice.

"What is this you are telling me ?" "He seems a most likeable chap," explained Mr.Mott lamely.