Why could not men be honest and true?
It seemed too bad that he must go away and leave all this; but the events of the night were strong upon him, and he knew that in order to be true to himself he must escape.
At this juncture he was called to breakfast.

He discovered that 'Frisco Kid was as good a cook as he was a sailor, and made haste to do justice to the fare.

There were mush and condensed milk, beefsteak and fried potatoes, and all topped off with good French bread, butter, and coffee.
French Pete did not join them, though 'Frisco Kid attempted a couple of times to rouse him.

He mumbled and grunted, half opened his bleared eyes, then fell to snoring again.
"Can't tell when he 's going to get those spells," 'Frisco Kid explained, when Joe, having finished washing dishes, came on deck.

"Sometimes he won't get that way for a month, and others he won't be decent for a week at a stretch.