And their noses were alike, just the hint-touch of the beak of power and race.
While Miss West was telling of the unexpectedness of the voyage, of how suddenly she had decided to come--she accounted for it as a whim--and while she told of all the complications she had encountered in her haste of preparation, I found myself casting up a tally of the efficient ones on board the _Elsinore_.

They were Captain West and his daughter, the two mates, myself, of course, Wada and the steward, and, beyond the shadow of a doubt, the cook.

The dinner vouched for him.

Thus I found our total of efficients to be eight.

But the cook, the steward, and Wada were servants, not sailors, while Miss West and myself were supernumeraries.