So "Sailor" was thereupon enrolled as a further addition to the crew.
"Of course, you needn't expect to start on time," said Charlie, with a laugh; "you'll be lucky if the crew turns up an hour after time.

But that's all in the game.

I know them--lazy beggars." And the morning proved the truth of Charlie's judgment.
"Old Tom," the cook, was first on hand.

I took to him at once.

A simple, kindly old "darky" of "Uncle Tom's Cabin" type, with faithfulness written all over him, and a certain sad wisdom in his old face.
"You'll find Tom a great cook," said Charlie, patting the old man on the shoulder.