went wrong with the one in front. It had a door on each side and there were windows all round it. At present it was piled full of cane folding steamer chairs and other odds and ends.
"I crawl in between the chairs and the wall and get under that piece of tarpaulin."
"Well, you're sure of being caught, for the first fine day all these chairs will be taken out and the deck steward can't miss you."
The man sighed as I said this and admitted the chances were much against him. Then, starting up, he cried, "Poverty is the great crime. If I had stolen someone else's money I would have been able to take cabin passage instead of"
"If you weren't caught."
"Well, if I were caught, what then? I would be well fed and taken care of."
"Oh, they'd take care of you."
"The waste food in this great ship would feed a hundred hungry wretches like me. Does my presence keep the steamer back a moment of time? No. Well, who is harmed by my trying to better myself in a new world? No one. I am begging for a crust from the lavish plenty, all because I am struggling to be honest. It is only when I become a thief that I am out of danger of starvation—caught or free."
