The owners have a longer memory than the public; they'll stand by him; they don't find as smart a captain every day in the year." "O, he's a son of a gun of a fine captain; there ain't no doubt of that," concurred the other, heartily.

"Why, I don't suppose there's been no wages paid aboard that Gleaner for three trips." "No wages ?" I exclaimed, for I was still a novice in maritime affairs.
"Not to sailor-men before the mast," agreed the mate.

"Men cleared out; wasn't the soft job they maybe took it for.

She isn' the first ship that never paid wages." I could not but observe that our pace was progressively relaxing; and indeed I have often wondered since whether the hurry of the start were not intended for the gallery alone.

Certain it is at least, that when we had reached the police office, and the mates had made their deposition, and told their horrid tale of five men murdered, some with savage passion, some with cold brutality, between Sandy Hook and San Francisco, the police were despatched in time to be too late.