Pink had been pressed into service for the steerage; but he was of little use, and the work seemed very distasteful, if not disgusting, to him.

He carried in the food, but that was about all he was good for.
Dave watched him for a few minutes as he washed and wiped the dishes, and saw that he was very awkward at it; it was plain to him that he was not an experienced hand at the business.

But he was doing the steward's work, and Dave took hold and helped him.

Pink was as solemn as an owl, and did his work in a very mechanical manner, and without the slightest interest in it.

The cabin steward had a mission, and he was profoundly interested in its execution.
By the side of the galley, or range, was a sink at which they were at work.