something that the illicit purchaser threw into the bargain. He was now trying to regain his lost reputation at the wages of an ordinary seaman.
"Steward," said the skipper, "I want you to read this telegram and arrange for it as best you can. They will be with us for six days or thereabouts."
For the wire was from Mr. Gruddle, and it stated that the four partners were going with them as far as Gibraltar.
"Shall we 'ave to get in anythin' special for them in the way of provisions, sir?" asked the steward.
The 'old man' scratched his head and said that he thought so.
"As you know. Smith, what we have to eat is horrid bad," he said thoughtfully.
"It is, sir," replied Smith. "It ain't fit for pigs."
Jordan stood thinking for a minute. Then he turned to Smith.
"On the whole. Smith, I think I'd get nothing. I'd like 'em to see the kind of stuff they buy for us. Perhaps it will do them good. It don't do us any. Get nothin', Smith."
