Many Cargoes

us fiction. "Here comes old Dan," said the man with the antimacassar warningly, as a pair of sea-boots appeared at the top of the companion-ladder; " better not let him see you with that paper, Billee." The boy thrust it beneath his blankets, and, lying down, closed his eyes as the new-comer stepped on to the floor. " All asleep ? " inquired the latter. The other man nodded, and Dan, without any further parley, crossed over to the sleepers and shook them roughly. " Eh! wha 's matter ? " inquired the sleepers plaintively. " Git up," said Dan impressively, " I want to speak to you. Something important" With sundry growls the men complied, and, thrusting their legs out of their bunks, rolled on to the locker, and sat crossly waiting for information. "I want to do a pore chap a good turn," said Dan, watching them narrowly out of his little black eyes, "an' I want you to help me; an' the boy too. It's never too young to do good to your fellow-creatures, Billy." "I know it ain't," said Billy, taking this as permission to join the group; "I helped a drunken man home once when I was only ten years old, an" when I was only " The speaker stopped, not because he had come to the end of his remarks, but because one of the seamen had passed his arm around his neck and was choking him. "Go on," said the man calmly; "I've got him. Spit it out, Dan, and none of your sermonising." "Well, it's like this, Joe," said the old man; "here's a pore chap, a...