Good-bye, my boy,' and he waved a fat hand to me.
That night I embarked on a cargo-boat which was going round the coast to Delagoa Bay.

It is a small world--at least for us far-wandering Scots.

For who should I find when I got on board but my old friend Tam Dyke, who was second mate on the vessel?
We wrung each other's hands, and I answered, as best I could, his questions about Kirkcaple.

I had supper with him in the cabin, and went on deck to see the moorings cast.
Suddenly there was a bustle on the quay, and a big man with a handbag forced his way up the gangway.

The men who were getting ready to cast off tried to stop him, but he elbowed his way forward, declaring he must see the captain.