here. He knows how it was."

Carthew breathed long; he had a strange, half-pleasurable sense of
wading deeper in the 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. Schooner yacht
_Dream_--got lines you never saw the beat of, and a witch to go. She
passed me once off Thursday Island, doing two knots to my one and lying
a point and a half better, and the _Grace Darling_ was a ship that I was
proud of. I took and tore my hair. The _Dream's_ been _my_ dream ever
since. That was in the old days, when she carried a blue ens'n. Grant
Sanderson was the party as owned her; he was rich and mad, and got a
fever at last somewhere about the Fly River and took and died. The
captain brought the body back to Sydney and paid off. Well, it turned
out Grant S