"When we arrived at New York, they told me where they lived, and invited me to come and see them; but I avoided it, and it was well I did. For the next day the captain missed a silver spoon and some other things, that had been taken out of his cabin, and, knowing that these were a couple of strumpets, he got a warrant to search their lodgings, found the stolen goods, and had the thieves punished. So, though we had escaped a sunken rock, which we scraped upon in the passage, I thought this escape of rather more importance to me." When Benjamin arrived in New York, John Collins was waiting there for him, but it was John Collins drunk. "Waitin' for you, Ben, old fellow," said John, patting him on the back, too much under the power of drink to know exactly what the said or did. "Goin' to Philadelphy; come on." Benjamin was taken by surprise, and scarcely knew what to say. Rallying himself, however, he replied: "You are not the John Collins I invited to accompany me to Philadelphia. I don't wish for _your_ company." "You are joking, Ben, old fellow"; and another pat on his back. "I invited John Collins _sober_ to go to Philadelphia with me; you are John Collins _drunk_." "Complimentary again," answered John, with a show of temper. "It is time," retorted Benjamin, "It is putting me into an embarrassing situation to be tied to a drunken companion. I rather be excused." "Don't see how I can 'scuse you, Ben. It is too late now." And the boozy fellow appeared not to imagine that he was making a fool of himself. On reaching John's boarding place, the landlord said: "He has been drunk ever since he reached New York; and he has gambled, too, I judge." "What makes you think he has gambled?" "Because he is out of money now; every cent he had is gone, I think." "And he owes you for board and lodgings?" "Yes; he has not paid me any thing. His appetite is complete master of him." "Well, I scarcely know what to do," remarked Benjamin thoughtfully; and he rehearsed to the inn-keeper the circumstances of his connection with John, not omitting to repeat his fair promises. "Promises!" retorted the landlord. "What does he care for promises! A fellow with no more control over his appetite than he has don't care for any thing. He's a goner, if I am any judge." Benjamin embraced the first opportunity to canvass the matter with John; and, from his own account, he was satisfied that the case was full as bad as the landlord had represented. John had not a cent left, and he was in a maudlin state of mind, such as Benjamin did not observe in Boston. His self-respect was gone, and he appeared to glory in his shame. While Benjamin was considering what to do, and attending to some matters of business, particularly collecting the thirty-five pounds for Mr. Vernon, the captain of the sloop came to him, saying: "Governor Burnet wants to see you."