"I knew a Jim Carew in England," he said, "and if this is the same man you will have no trouble taking care of him.

He was a great man at his 'Varsity--triple blue, or something of the sort.

He can row and run and fight and play football, and all that kind of thing.

Very quiet-spoken sort of chap--rather pretends to be a simple sort of Johnny, don't you know, but he's a regular demon, I believe.

Got into a row at a music-hall one night, and threw the chucker-out in among a lot of valuable pot plants, and irretrievably ruined him." "Nice sort of man," said the Bo'sun.