he thought, as he surveyed himself in the hatter's pier glass. "If the captain didn't notice me too closely last week he won't remember me."
He walked down to the dock slowly, and arriving there again began to talk to the two sailors. They were somewhat surprised at the change in his appearance, but as he now looked more "natural" to them, they said nothing concerning it.
At the time the sailors had mentioned. Captain Cosgrove came back. He leaped on the deck in a hurry and looked at Franklin in surprise.
"Excuse me, but is this Captain Cosgrove?" questioned Franklin, politely, and he tipped his cap.
"That's my name," returned the owner of the Sunflower, shortly.
"I am looking for a chance to ship on a trip or two," went on Franklin. "Your men told me you might need another hand."
"Had any experience?"
"No sir, but I am willing to learn."
"We don't pay new hands much."
"I suppose not. I am willing to ship for low pay. It would be better than walking the streets doing nothing."
"That's where you are level-headed. What's your name?"
"Franklin."
"Belong in Chicago?"
