How did he get you ?" Young Powell, a little shy notwithstanding the friendly disposition of the other, answered him smilingly, aware somehow that there was something marked in this inquisitiveness, natural, after all--something anxious.
His name was Powell, and he was put in the way of this berth by Mr.
Powell, the shipping master.

He blushed.
"Ah, I see.

Well, you have been smart in getting ready.

The ship-keeper, before he went away, told me you joined at one o'clock.

I didn't sleep on board last night.