to sign. Wilson's the best I can do for first mate. He's willing and he's the only man I can get. Not another boarding-master will so much as try for you."
Mr. Collins kept his irritating set smile, his mean little eyes peering out of his narrow face, his stubby scrubbing-brush pepper-and-salt mustache bristling against his nose. He made no reply to the boarding-master but turned to Griswold.
"You're a doctor, aren't you?" he queried.
"Not yet," Griswold replied.
"Well," said Mr. Collins impatiently, "you know pretty much what doctors know?"
"Pretty much, I trust," Griswold answered cheerfully.
"Can you tell whether a man is deaf or not?" Mr. Collins pursued.
"I fancy I could," Griswold declared, gaily.
"Would you mind testing that man over there for me?" Mr. Collins jerked his thumb toward the impassive figure on the seaman's chest.
Griswold stared.
"He looks deaf enough from here," he asserted.
"Try him nearer," Mr. Collins insisted.
Griswold swung off the cabin deck, lounged over to the companion ladder, went down it leisurely and sauntered toward the seated
