for a boat to set him ashore, is
at once and willingly granted. No officer on that frigate would refuse
Harry Blew; and the dingy is placed at his service.

In this he is conveyed to the wooden pier, whose planking he treads with
heavier step, but lighter heart, than when, on the night before, he ran
along it in quest of _Crusaders_. With weightier purse too, as he
carries a hundred pound Bank of England note in the pocket of his
pea-jacket--a parting gift from the generous Crozier--besides a number
of gold pieces received from Cadwallader, as the young Welshman's share
of gratitude for the service done them.

Thus amply provided, he might proceed at once to the "Sailor's Home,"
and bring away his embargoed property.

He does not; thinking it better first to see about the berth on the
Chilian ship; and therefore he steers direct for the agent's office.

Though it is still early, by good luck, Don Tomas chances to be already
at his desk; to whom Harry hands the card given him by Crozier, at the
same time declaring the purpose for which he has presented himself.

In return, he receives from Silvestre instructions to report himself on
board the Chilian ship, _El Condor_; Don Tomas furnishing him with a
note of introduction to her captain, and pointing out the vessel--which
is visible from the door, and at no great distance off.

"Captain Lantanas is coming ashore," adds the agent; "I expect him in
the course of an hour. By waiting here, you can see him, and it will
save you boat-hire."

But Harry Blew will not wait. He remembers the old saying about
procrastination, and is determined there shall be no mishap through
negligence on his part, or niggardliness about a bit of a boat-fare. He
has made up his mind to be the _Condor's_ first mate--if he can.

Nor is it altogether ambition that prompts him to seek the office so
earnestly. A nobler sentiment inspires him--the knowledge that, in this
capacity, he may be of more service, and better capable of affording
protection, to the fair creatures whom Crozier has committed to his
charge.

The watermen of San Francisco do not ply their oars gratuitously. Even
the shabbiest of shore-boats, hired for the shortest time, exacts a
stiffish fare. It will cost Harry Blew a couple of dollars to be set
aboard the _Condor_, though she is lying scarce three cables' length
from the shore!

What cares he for that? It is nothing now.

Hailing the nearest skiff with a wat