"Why don't you go and get something to eat, then? Don't they give you plenty forward?"
"I suppose they do, sir; but I'm a stowaway. I got on at Liverpool. What little I took with me is gone, and for two days I've had nothing."
"Come with me. I'll take you to the steward, he'll fix you all right."
"Oh, no, no, no," he cried, trembling with excitement. "If you speak to any of the officers or crew I'm lost. I assure you, sir, I'm an honest man, I am indeed, sir. It's the old story—nothing but starvation at home, so my only chance seemed to be to get this way to America. If I'm caught I shall get dreadful usage and will be taken back and put in jail."
"Oh, you're mistaken. The officers are all courteous gentlemen."
"Yes, to you cabin passengers they are. But to a stowaway—that's a different matter. If you can't help me, sir, please don't inform on me."
"How can I help you but by speaking to the captain or purser?"
"Get me a morsel to eat."
"Where were you hid?"
"Right here, sir, in this place," and he put his hand on the square deck edifice beside us. This seemed to be a spare wheelhouse, used if anything
