He was quickly dressed in his armor, and with the rubber bag in one hand and the paddle in the other he was about to make a leap into the sea, when a hand was laid roughly on his shoulder and a gruff voice said: "Here, where are you going ?" Paul mildly explained that he was going ashore.

The deck was all excitement in a moment as the deck hand loudly reported to the officer on the bridge.
"Bring him aft," was the command.
Equipped in his strange looking dress, bag in one hand, paddle in the other and an ax strapped to his side and firmly gripped by two sailors, Paul was ushered back.

They were followed by a crowd of curious passengers.

On the captain perceiving him he exclaimed: "Ah! Boyton you are aboard of me.

Take off that suit and pass it over to the steward." Paul remonstrated and told the captain that he had no ticket to Liverpool.