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"Not very well," repeated the mate mournfully "Do you think a man with

a face like that can hope to live his life out? You haven't knocked

about long in this world yet, but you are a sailor, you have been in

three or four ships, you say Well, have you ever seen a ship his own deck as if he did not knohat he had underfoot? Have

you? Daets where he is Of course he

can be no other than a prime seaman; but it's lucky, all the same, he has

me on board I know by this ti told

Do you know that I have had no order given me since we left port? Do you

know that he has never once opened his lips to me unless I spoke to him

first? I? His chief officer; his shipmate for full six years, hom

he had no cross word--not once in all that time Aye Not a cross look

even True that when I do make him speak to me, there is his dear old

self, the quick eye, the kind voice Could hardly be other to his old

Franklin But what's the good? Eyes, voice, everything's ood care never to address hi but the sea with us You

think it would be all right; the only chief mate he ever had--Mr

Franklin here and Mr Franklin there--when anything rong the first