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We were on our feet in the room by then, and Marlow, brown and

deliberate, approached the here Mr Powell and I had retired

"What was the naain?" he asked Mr Powell stared

for a moment

"Oh! The Ferndale A Liverpool ship Cohtfully "Ferndale"

"Know her?"

"Our friend," I said, "knows soone about the seas prying into things considerably"

Marlow smiled

"I've seen her, at least once"

"The finest sea-boat ever launched," declared Mr Powell sturdily

"Without exception"

"She looked a stout, comfortable ship," assented Marlow "Uncommonly

coh for any reasonable rowled

Mr Poith his back to us

"Any ship is that--for a reasonable eneralized Marlow in a

conciliatory tone "A sailor isn't a globe-trotter"

"No,"to him," advanced Marlow

"I don't suppose it's e is a feather in a man's cap"

"True But that ornament is for the use of the master only And by the

by as his name?"