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114 he could the service of the Church of England. It may or may not be the best in the world, but it is the one sailors are used to, and they don't care for new-fangled notions as a rule, whether they have to do with ships or God.

I was not thinking all these things while I watched the captain. I was wondering if he wanted a hand—a wonder soon brought up with a round turn by that worthy himself.

"Looking for a ship?" cried he.

"Yes," said I.

"Come aboard, then!"

The brawny arms unclasped; the left leg unbent to its full length; he took the pipe from his mouth, knocking the ashes over the side, gave a grunt and rose to his full height, about five feet ten.

I scrambled down the ladder which served for a gang-plank on to the schooner's deck, walked to where he stood and touched my cap. "I'm Captain Dane," said he; "this is my schooner. Going away tomorrow. If you want a berth I'll sign you on for six months—wages of the port—bring you back to Sydney."

"I've a mate's certificate, sir," I answered.

"Don't want any mates; only carry one, got him." This he said indicating a man at the hatchway who was superintending the taking in of cargo.

"Where are you bound, capt'n?" I asked.

"South Sea Islands."

"Right. I'll go, sir!"

"Meet me at the shipping office at noon tomorrow; bring your dunnage on board; we cast off early next morning. If this wind holds we'll get clear of the heads and make an offing by noon. Want any money?"

"Well—yes, sir!"

"Right; I'll give you a month's advance when you sign, and here's five bob to clinch the bargain."

I took the five shillings and felt like a millionaire.