I've been in the dock police thirteen years and haven't seen it done once." "Meantime we followed my sea-chest which was being carried down a sort of deep narrow lane, separating two high warehouses, between honest Ted and his little devil of a pal who had to keep up a trot to the other's stride.

The skirt of his soldier's coat floating behind him nearly swept the ground so that he seemed to be running on castors.

At the corner of the gloomy passage a rigged jib boom with a dolphin-striker ending in an arrow-head stuck out of the night close to a cast iron lamp-post.

It was the quay side.

They set down their load in the light and honest Ted asked hoarsely: "Where's your ship, guv'nor ?" "I didn't know.