The steward caught sight of Captain Elisha, and, walking
over, accosted him.
"Want to see skipper, sir?" he asked, in broken English. "He ashore."
"No, Doctor," replied the captain, cheerfully. "I don't want to see
him. I've got no business aboard. It's been some time since I trod the
quarter-deck of a square-rigger, and I couldn't resist the temptation
of tryin' how the planks felt under my feet. This is consider'ble of a
clipper you've got here," he added.
"Yes, sir," replied the steward grinning.
"Where you from?" asked Captain Elisha.
"Singapore, sir."
"Cargo all out?"
"Yes, sir."
"Waitin' for another one?"
"Yes, sir. We load for Manila bimeby."
"Manila, hey? Have a good passage across?"
"Yes, sir. She good ship."
"Shouldn't wonder. How d'ye do, sir," to the young man, who was standing
near. "Hope you won't think I'm crowdin' in where I don't belong. I was
just tellin' the doctor here that it had been some time since I trod a
quarter-deck, and I thought I'd see if I'd forgot the feel."
"Have you?" asked the young man, smiling.
"Guess not. Seems kind of nat'ral. I never handled such a whale of a
craft as this, though. Didn't have many of 'em in my day. Come over in
her, did you?"
"No," with a shake of the head.
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