She ain't built for sailin', an' if she was there ain't no sailors left to sail her.

Lord! Lord! The old clippers! When I think of 'em!--_The Gamecock_, _Shootin' Star_, _Flyin' Fish_, _Witch o' the Wave_, _Staghound_, _Harvey Birch_, _Canvas-back_, _Fleetwing_, _Sea Serpent_, _Northern Light_! An' when I think of the fleets of the tea-clippers that used to load at Hong Kong an' race the Eastern Passages.

A fine sight! A fine sight!" I was interested.

Here was a man, a live man.

I was in no hurry to go into the cabin, where I knew Wada was unpacking my things, so I paced up and down the deck with the huge Mr.Pike.