tide of life. “Well,” said he, “you were going on to say?”
“I was going on to say this,” said the captain sturdily. “I've overheard what Mr. Hadden has been saying, and I think he talks good sense. I like some of his ideas first chop. He's sound on traderooms; he's all there on the traderoom, and I see that he and I would pull together. Then you're both gentlemen, and I like that,” observed Captain Wicks. “And then I'll tell you I'm tired of this cabbing cruise, and I want to get to work again. Now, here's my offer. I've a little money I can stake up—all of a hundred anyway. Then my old firm will give me trade, and jump at the chance; they never lost by me; they know what I'm worth as supercargo. And, last of all, you want a good captain to sail your ship for you. Well, here I am. I've sailed schooners for ten years. Ask Billy if I can handle a schooner.”
“No man better,” said Billy.
“And as for my character as a shipmate,” concluded Wicks, “go and ask my old firm.”
“But look here!” cried Hadden, “how do you mean to manage? You can whisk round in a hansom, and no questions asked. But if you try to come on a quarter-deck, my boy, you'll get nabbed.”
“I'll have to keep back till the last,” replied Wicks, “and take another name.”
“But how about clearing? what other name?” asked Tommy, a little bewildered.
“I don't know yet,” returned the captain, with a grin. “I'll see what the name is on my new certificate, and that'll be good enough for me. If I can't get one to buy, though I never heard of such a thing, there's old Kirkup, he's turned some sort of farmer down Bondi way; he'll hire me his.”
“You seemed to speak as if you had a ship in view,” said Carthew.
“So I have, too,” said Captain Wicks, “and a beauty.
