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So
I
looked
up
a
list
of
them
I
keep
by
me
and
sent
word
for
Hamilton
--
the
worst
loafer
of
them
all
--
and
just
made
him
go
.
Threatened
to
instruct
the
steward
of
the
Sailors
'
Home
to
have
him
turned
out
neck
and
crop
.
He
did
not
think
the
berth
was
good
enough
--
if
--
you
--
please
.
'
I
've
your
little
records
by
me
,
'
said
I.
'
You
came
ashore
here
eighteen
months
ago
,
and
you
have
n't
done
six
months
'
work
since
.
You
are
in
debt
for
your
board
now
at
the
Home
,
and
I
suppose
you
reckon
the
Marine
Office
will
pay
in
the
end
.
Eh
?
So
it
shall
;
but
if
you
do
n't
take
this
chance
,
away
you
go
to
England
,
assisted
passage
,
by
the
first
homeward
steamer
that
comes
along
.
You
are
no
better
than
a
pauper
.
We
do
n't
want
any
white
paupers
here
.
'
I
scared
him
.
But
look
at
the
trouble
all
this
gave
me
.
"
"
You
would
not
have
had
any
trouble
,
"
Captain
Whalley
said
almost
involuntarily
,
"
if
you
had
sent
for
me
.
"
Captain
Eliott
was
immensely
amused
;
he
shook
with
laughter
as
he
walked
.
But
suddenly
he
stopped
laughing
.
A
vague
recollection
had
crossed
his
mind
.
Had
n't
he
heard
it
said
at
the
time
of
the
Travancore
and
Deccan
smash
that
poor
Whalley
had
been
cleaned
out
completely
.
"
Fellow
's
hard
up
,
by
heavens
!
"
he
thought
;
and
at
once
he
cast
a
sidelong
upward
glance
at
his
companion
.
But
Captain
Whalley
was
smiling
austerely
straight
before
him
,
with
a
carriage
of
the
head
inconceivable
in
a
penniless
man
--
and
he
became
reassured
.
Impossible
.
Could
not
have
lost
everything
.
That
ship
had
been
only
a
hobby
of
his
.
And
the
reflection
that
a
man
who
had
confessed
to
receiving
that
very
morning
a
presumably
large
sum
of
money
was
not
likely
to
spring
upon
him
a
demand
for
a
small
loan
put
him
entirely
at
his
ease
again
.
There
had
come
a
long
pause
in
their
talk
,
however
,
and
not
knowing
how
to
begin
again
,
he
growled
out
soberly
,
"
We
old
fellows
ought
to
take
a
rest
now
.
"
"
The
best
thing
for
some
of
us
would
be
to
die
at
the
oar
,
"
Captain
Whalley
said
negligently
.
"
Come
,
now
.
Are
n't
you
a
bit
tired
by
this
time
of
the
whole
show
?
"
muttered
the
other
sullenly
.
"
Are
you
?
"
Captain
Eliott
was
.
Infernally
tired
.
He
only
hung
on
to
his
berth
so
long
in
order
to
get
his
pension
on
the
highest
scale
before
he
went
home
.
It
would
be
no
better
than
poverty
,
anyhow
;
still
,
it
was
the
only
thing
between
him
and
the
workhouse
.
And
he
had
a
family
.
Three
girls
,
as
Whalley
knew
.
He
gave
"
Harry
,
old
boy
,
"
to
understand
that
these
three
girls
were
a
source
of
the
greatest
anxiety
and
worry
to
him
.
Enough
to
drive
a
man
distracted
.
"
Why
?
What
have
they
been
doing
now
?
"
asked
Captain
Whalley
with
a
sort
of
amused
absent-mindedness
.
"
Doing
!
Doing
nothing
.
That
's
just
it
.
Lawn-tennis
and
silly
novels
from
morning
to
night
...
"
