rinning countenance
of Dick.

"He was on our ship this afternoon," continued his youthful tormentor
as he scrambled still higher up the partition, and getting one arm over,
pointed an accusing finger at Sam, who had been pushed back into his
seat. "We gave him a lovely dinner, an' arter he'd eat it he went off on
the quiet in one of our chaps' clothes."

"That's right, mates," said the delighted Dick, nodding at the audience.

"One of our chaps named Sam," went on Henry--"one of the best an'
kindest 'earted chaps that ever breathed."

"Regular brick he is," assented Dick.

"Fine, big 'ansome man, he is," said Henry, "and this chap's got his
clothes on."

The customers gazed sternly at Sam as he sat open-mouthed listening to
these fulsome but untimely praises. In every gathering there is sure to
be one or two whose self-imposed mission it is to right wrongs, and
one of this type present at once suggested returning the clothes to the
rightful owner. His suggestion was adopted with enthusiasm, and a dozen
men closed round the hapless Sam.

"Outside, gentlemen, please," said the barmaid hastily.

They went out in a cluster, the stout seaman in the centre fighting like
a madman, and nearly overturning three soldiers who were passing. Two of
them were named Murphy and one O'Sullivan, and the riot that ensued took
three policemen and a picket to subdue. Sam, glad of a chance to get
away, only saw the beginning of it, and consumed by violent indignation,
did not pause until he had placed half a dozen streets between himself
and the scene of his discomfiture.

He had no intention of breaking faith with the cook, but he had a pint
and thought that circumstances justified it. Then he walked slowly up
and down the street a little while, debating whether he should continue
the search or return to the schooner. For a time he strolled on
aimlessly, and then, resolving not to be defeated by the impertinences
of Dick and the boy, paused before a high-class tavern and went in. Two
or three well-dressed men, whose behavior contrasted favorably with
that of the vulgar crew he had just left, shook their heads, but not
unkindly, and he was about to leave when a big, black-bearded man
entered.

"That's a poor game," said the big man, glancing at the laces.

"Yes, sir," said Sam humbly.

"You look as if you thrive on it," said the man, somewhat sternly.

"It's only looks, sir," said Sam, shaking his head as he walked to the
do