the supercargo go into this, shutting a partition door behind him.
Looking around, Dave saw a clerk at a corner desk looking over some papers with an elderly German.
"I will be at liberty in a few minutes," said the clerk, in broken English. "Please to take seats," and he pointed to a couple of low benches set against the wall and the partition.
Billy Dill sat down on the bench along the wall and Dave and Roger upon that next to the partition, which was not over seven feet in height. Save for the rattling of the papers at the corner desk the office was very quiet, and the boys readily heard the talk going on behind the partition.
"So you really have some goots on board?" came in a somewhat German voice. "I vos afraid you vould not bring any."
"Didn't I say I'd bring them, Baumann?" returned Jasper Van Blott. "I've got them, and the only question is, how am I to get them here, and when are you going to pay me?"
"I pay so soon as de goots is here," said the German shipping agent. "I not pay a dollar before."
"But you will send your men down to the dock?"
"Oh, yes, I do dot. Vot dime you vonts dem, hey?"
"To-morrow morning at eight o'clock, sharp.
