As soon as breakfast was over, Breeze started back for the schooner, and Captain Coffin went with him. While they were rowing across the harbor the latter said, “I’ve got a new schooner, Breeze, and a finer craft was never built in Essex. Her name is the _Fish-hawk_, and she is fitting out for a salt trip to Grand Bank. Don’t you want to ship on her? I can offer you a full share now.” “I don’t know, sir. It seems as though I ought to stay with mother a few days at any rate.” “So you can; we sha’n’t get off for a week yet, but I thought I would speak about it now, so that if you decided to go I could hold the place for you. Besides, you could put your dunnage right aboard, which would save you the trouble of carrying it home when the _Albatross_ hauls out for repairs.” “All right, sir,” said Breeze; “I should like to go with you better than with anybody else, and I guess, inside of a week, I can persuade mother to let me start off again. If you’ve got room for another, I’d like to speak for a berth for a friend of mine too.” “Do you mean the one you went dorymate with on George’s the other day?” asked the captain, laughing. “Yes, sir. His name is Wolfe Brady, and he has been on one trawling trip to the Banks already, besides two to George’s.” “Well, I’ve got about all the men I want, except a cook, and I don’t suppose he can fill that berth, but I’ll take a look at him, and if we suit each other perhaps I can make room for him.” “If you want a cook,” said Breeze, eagerly, “why not try and get old Mateo? He is the best cook sailing out of Gloucester, and if the _Albatross_ is going to be laid up for some time, perhaps he will go with us.” “I see that you were cut out for a regular shipping agent,” laughed the captain, “but I’ll get Mateo if I can.” Everything went well that day. Captain Coffin took a fancy to Wolfe and offered him a berth on the _Fishhawk_ almost as soon as he saw him. Wolfe, who was willing to ship for any kind of a trip, was greatly pleased at the prospect of going with Breeze, and at once accepted the offer. Old Mateo, too, who, now that his boy had become a sailor, seemed to think it his duty to follow and watch over him, was easily booked as cook of the new schooner. The big halibut caught by Breeze sold for nearly twenty dollars, and the boy was handed a check for thirty-four dollars as the result of his eight days’ trip to George’s. Wolfe was also made happy by receiving twelve dollars as his share of the three days’ fishing after he had been picked up. After getting his check cashed, and repaying what old Mateo had loaned him, Breeze carried the rest home to his mother. This money, added to what he had made on the mackerelling trip in the _Curlew_, amounted to sixty-five dollars. It would be hard to tell whether he or his mother was the prouder over this satisfactory result of the boys’ first efforts as a bread-winner.