Shall we take it, sir ?" The _Hellespont_ was the firm's other ship.

She, too, was old and running at a loss.
"Yes.

Wot is it, coal or patent fuel ?" "Coal, with a return freight of ore." "Wish it was dynamite, with fuses laid on." The clerk grinned knowingly.

Men grow callous when money tilts the scale against human lives.
"There's no news of the _Andromeda_, and _her_ rate is all right," he said.
David scowled at him.
"D--n the rate!" he cried.

"I want to 'ear of the ship.