"He can read lips cleverly," Griswold replied. "Only once did I have to repeat anything."
"Did you ask him if he was deaf?" Mr. Collins inquired.
"I did," said Griswold, "and he told the truth instanter."
"Impressed you as truthful, did he?" Mr. Collins queried.
"Notably," Griswold said. "There is a gentlemanly something about him. He is the kind of man you respect from the first, and truthful as possible."
"You hear that, Benson?" Mr. Collins asked.
"What's truthfulness of a pitch-dark night in a gale of wind!" Benson snorted. "The man's stone deaf."
Mr. Collins flared up.
"You may take your choice of three ways," he said, "the Medorus tows out at noon. If you can find a first-mate to suit you by then, or if you take Wilson as first-mate, you take her out. If not, I'll find another master for her and you can find another ship."
Benson lumbered off the booby-hatch and disappeared down the cabin companion-way. The cabin-boy came up whistling, went briskly over the side, and scampered some little distance up the pier to where three boarding-masters stood chatting. One of them came back with
