The Last Cruise of the Spitfire; or, Luke Foster's Strange Voyage

e place. The ventilation was bad, and the smell of tar and oakum wa

ad the best light the place afforded. Close to m

would not have considered the matter as bad. True, I had no great fancy for a life on the ocean wave, su

o, th

than myself stood near me. He was thin an

e you?"

Jones," h

repeated. "That

Phil at home, but the sailors all call me Pol

board?" I asked w

and the cook's he

yet. I didn't come on bo

es opened to their widest. "Y

aid I. "I want to h

ook about the deck and then

me down here," he explained. "If he

tain such a

here," the cabin boy bared his arm and exhibited several bruises that made me shudder,

aimed. "He shall not treat m

d up against him," said Phil.

s you stay

nnock has charge of me

your gu

es

ou better. Did you e

ht me, and the captain nearly killed me when I got

services?" I asked, at the same time wondering if

he even takes away what the pas

mighty mea

better hide it," went on the

dvice. I've got four dollars and a

ocket to make sure that t

in the mone

had been taken from me. To be sure, four dollars and a half was not a large sum, bu

stood by, watching me turn my pockets insid

" I exclaimed. "I

id you h

e, in my v

ne could take it from you," said the cab

for a thief. Who do you

e's only boatswain, but t

d overheard. The two were well mated, and no doubt the

to do about it?" a

with determination. "I'm not goi

h a grave shake of his head. "You'll only get you

d I would have saved myself cons

s a consequence, did no

d about my person was gone, including the letter from England. No doub