n board the disheveled _Unser Fritz_. They told of Vienna,
the city beloved of its sons.

Es gibt nur eine Kaiser Stadt,
Es gibt nur eine Wien.

"Shake, me boy!" cried the enraptured Watts to the ship's captain. "I
do'n' know wot it's all about, but it's reel fine. Something to do
with a gal, I expect. Well, 'ere's one of the same kidney:

I know a maiden fair to see,
Take care!
She can both false and friendly be,
Beware, beware!
Trust her not,
She is fooling thee!"

Mr. Watts was both charmed and surprised when the friendly skipper
joined in the concluding lines in his own language. But his pleasure
was short-lived. Coke's inflamed visage glowered into the mess room.

"Sink me if you ain't a daisy!" he roared, pouncing on a three-quarters
filled bottle of rum. "D'you fancy we're goin' to land you at Maceio
cryin' drunk? No, sir, not this time. Over it goes, an' if you ain't
dam careful, over you go after it!"

Watts could have wept without the artificial stimulus of the rum. To
see good liquor slung into the sea in that fashion--well, it was a sin,
that's wot it was! But Coke's furious eye quelled him; and revel and
song ceased.

Above, on the bridge, Hozier smiled sourly at the squall which had so
suddenly beset the fair argosy of the convivial-minded Watts. He tried
to invest the incident with an excess of humor. Any excuse would serve
to still certain disquieting doubts that were springing into alarming
activity. Had he gone the best way to work in allaying Iris's
conscience-stricken qualms? Was he justified in adopting such a bold
line with De Sylva? Could it be possible--no, he refused to harbor any
mean thought of Iris. She loved him, he was sure; his love for her was
at once a torment and an excruciating bliss, and both of these wearing
sensations sadly detracted from the efficiency of the officer of the
watch. So our distracted Philip pulled himself up sharply, paced back
and forth between port and starboard, and surveyed ship, binnacle, and
horizon with alert vigilance.

On the fore-deck groups of sailors and firemen belonging to both
vessels were fraternizing. There could be little room for speculation
as to the subject of their broken talk. It was of De Sylva, of
Brazil's new dictator, of the gold he would control when he became
President again. The slow-moving Teutonic mind was beginning to
assimilate the notion that there was money in this e