"Hardly; although I've been there for nearly a month now. I came in on the bark Rescue, Captain Morgan, from San Francisco."
"As a passenger?"
"Oh, no; as a foremast hand. Didn't have money to pay my passage."
"Why didn't you stay on the bark?"
"She has been condemned and is laid up for repairs. She'll not be able to go to sea for two or three months."
"And you've got to hustle in the mean time, eh? It's hard luck for a boy of your age, sure enough. Can't you get another berth?"
"I haven't tried yet. Captain Morgan was a very nice man to sail under, and I'll stick to him if I can. Besides, I thought I should like to stay in the Hawaiian Islands for a bit and look around. They tell me there is nothing like looking around."
"That's true; although it's also true that a rover never gets a pocket full of money." The man hesitated and glanced sharply, at the boy, who looked hot and tired. "Did you tramp from down in town?"
"Yes, sir."
"It's a good six miles, and all up hill at that.
