"Not if I know it," laughed Bonny. "They'd fit me too much one way and not enough another. Besides, they are shore togs any way you look at 'em, and not at all the things to go to sea in. The Cap'n would have a fit sure if you should go aboard dressed as you are. So if you want to ship with us, I'm afraid you'll have to buy a new outfit." "But I haven't any money, and you say they won't charge things in this town." "Of course they won't if they don't know you; but you might spout your ticker and make a raise that way." "Might what?" "Shove up your watch. Leave it with your uncle, you know, until you earned enough to buy it back." "Do you mean sell it?" "No. They'd ask too many questions if you tried to sell it, and wouldn't give much more, anyway. I mean pawn it." "All right," replied. Alaric. "I'm willing, only I don't know how." "Oh, I'll show you quick enough, if you really want to do it." As Alaric insisted that he was willing to do almost anything to procure that coveted sailor's outfit, Bonny led him to a mean-looking shop, above the door of which hung three golden balls. The dingy windows were filled with a dusty miscellany of watches, pistols, and all sorts of personal property, while the opening of the door set loose a musty odor of old clothing. As this came pouring forth Alaric instinctively drew back in disgust; but with a sudden thought that he could not afford to be too fastidious in the new life he had chosen, he conquered his repugnance to the place, and followed Bonny inside. A gaunt old Hebrew in a soiled dressing-gown stood behind a small counter. As Alaric glanced at him hesitatingly, Bonny opened their business by saying briskly: "Hello, uncle! How are you to-day? My friend here wants to make a raise on his watch." "Led's see dot vatch," replied Mr. Isaacs, and Alaric handed it to him, together with the chain and pencil-case. It was a fine Swiss chronometer, with the monogram A.D.T. engraved on its back; and as the pawnbroker tested the quality of its case and peered at the works, Alaric noted his deliberate movements with nervous anxiety. Finally the man said, "I gifs you den tollars on dot vatch mit der chain und pencil trown in." Alaric would have accepted this offer at once, but Bonny knew better. "Ten nothings!" he cried. "You'll give us fifty dollars, uncle, or we'll take it down to Levi's." "Feefty tollar! So hellup me grashus! I vould be alretty bankrupted of I gif feefty tollars on effery vatch. Vat you dake me for?" "Take you for an old fraud," replied the unabashed first mate of the Fancy. "Of course you would be bankrupted, as you ought to have been long ago, if you gave fifty dollars on every turnip that is brought in; but you could well afford to advance a hundred on this watch, and you know it." [Illustration: "VELL, I TELL YOU. I GIFS YOU TVENTY-FIFE."] "Vell, I tell you. I gifs t'venty-fife." "Fifty," said Bonny, firmly. "Dirty, und not von cent more, so hellup me." "Fifty."