Are you coming out of that boat---or shall I come back after you ?" Evarts rose, with a surly air.

He stepped slowly ashore, after which one of the crew cast off.

The engine began to move, and the "Morton" started back to her post.
"Oh, you feel fine and important, just at this minute!" grumbled the discharged foreman, under his breath, glaring wickedly at the broad back of the young chief engineer.

"But I'll do something to take the importance out of you before very long, Tom Reade!" Truth to tell, Tom, though he was still alert to the interests of his employers, felt anything but important.

The thought of Harry Hazelton's unknown fate caused a great, choking lump in his throat as Reade stepped from the pier to land..