rbour-master aboard? I want to see him."

"Yes, but don't speak so loud, or you'll wake him up," replied
Ruffles. "He is asleep down below."

Davy roared out, "I want to wake him up. I have come two hundred
miles on purpose to do it. I want to get a settlement about those
buoys at Port Albert. I am tired of writing about them."

This woke up Bunbury, who sang out:

"What's the matter, Ruffles? What's all that noise about?"

"It's the pilot from Port Albert. He wants to see you, sir, about the
buoys."

"Tell him to come down below." Davy went.

Bunbury was a one-armed naval lieutenant, the head of the harbour
department, and drew the salary. He had subordinate officers. A
clerk at Williamstown did his clerical work, and old Ruffles
navigated the 'Apollo' for him through the roaring waters of Port
Philip Bay, while he lay in his bunk meditating on something. He
said:

"Oh, is that you, Pilot? Well, about those buoys, eh? That's all
right. All you have to do is go to my office in Williamstown, tell
my clerk to fill in a form for you, take it to the Treasury, and you
will get your money."

Davy went back to the office at Williamstown, had the form made out
by the clerk, and took it to Melbourne in the steamer, the last trip
she made that day. By this time the Treasury was closed. It was
situated in William Street, where the vast Law Courts are now; and
Davy was at the door when it was opened next morning, the first
claimant for money. A clerk took his paper, looked over it, smiled,
and said it was of no use whatever without Bunbury's signature. Davy
started for Williamstown again in the second boat, found that Bunbury
had gone away again in the 'Apollo', followed him in a whale boat,
overtook him off St. Kilda, obtained his signature, and returned to
the Treasury. Captain Lonsdale was there, but he said it was too
late to pay money that day, and also that the form should be signed
by someone at the Public Works office.

Then Davy's patience was gone, and he spoke the loud language of the
sea. The frail building shook as with an earthquake. Mr. Latrobe
was in a back room writing one of those gubernatorial despatches
which are so painful to read. He had to suspend the pangs of
composition, and he came into the front room to see what was the
matter. Davy told him what was the matter in very unofficial words.
Mr. Latrobe listened patiently and then directed Captain Lonsdale to
keep the Treasu