"I'm real proud to see _you_ agin, sir; real proud, sir. I thought once or twice it was a gooser--beg yer pardon, all over with me, sir." "How did you get through? Have you posted all the proclamations?" "Every one of 'em, sir. The last I slipped into old Yeh's backker-pouch. They hauled me up to carry specey, and I took the opportunity when he was a giving the supers fits, to drop my last paper into his pouch. He must find it when he goes to take a draw at his pipe." The captain laughed at the account of his warrant-officer's adventures which followed, and having lavished many encomiums upon his daring and ability, dismissed Mr. Thompson to take a bath and rest as long as he felt inclined. As he left the cabin, Jerry stopped at the door, and after fidgetting about for a few moments, walked back to the place where Captain Woodward was seated, and begging he would excuse him for the liberty he was taking, asked if the captain had not such a thing as a wig among his baggage. Woodward laughed when he heard the request, but upon sending for his servant, the required article was procured, and proved to be a theatrical wig of brilliant red hue, which the captain had once purchased for some amateur performance, and which had remained unheeded by him in his wardrobe ever since. "You can take that and welcome, Mr. Thompson, but don't you think it will look rather odd?" "Well, sir, I'm used to old wigs. When I were on the stage I wore almost anything, and this is a star's wig, an' no mistake. It's as nateral as life." "Very well," replied the captain with a shrug. "After having sacrificed your growing crop for your country's good, I will allow you to wear even _that wig_, but shall order a darker one from Hong-Kong for you. I don't think that suits your complexion." "Maybe it don't, sir, but it's a wig. I've a horror of being regarded as a Chinese by the men forward." Mr. Thompson having secured the glowing head-dress, proceeded to his cabin, where he had not been long ensconced before Tom Clare found him out. Instead of going to sleep, after he had taken a bath and dressed himself once more in his warrant-officer's uniform, Thompson proceeded to give his friend a full account of his adventures when acting as bill-sticker in Canton. "Well, Mr. Thompson, your mother says you're a genius, and she spoke true. How you could find courage enough to enter that ere city beats me." "It wasn't courage." "No?"