Her cabin was all stuck round with glaring coloured prints of the Virgin--the Virgin of Newfoundland, they called her.

Harvey found his French of no recognized Bank brand, and his conversation was limited to nods and grins.

But Tom Platt waved his arms and got along swimmingly.

The captain gave him a drink of unspeakable gin, and the opera-comique crew, with their hairy throats, red caps, and long knives, greeted him as a brother.

Then the trade began.