Nor did he after he had awakened attempt to stir from his hiding-place until hunger and thirst had driven him out. Then he came, blindly searching for the one who had undertaken for an advance consideration to "stow" and feed him and his companion until the ship landed at Shanghai, its proposed destination. And when he finally did after much confusion find his provider he was surprised and mortified at the treatment meted him. "Take that, Indian, and mind y'u that 'mum is the word'," said the churlish stoker, as he tossed him an old tin half filled with cold stew, earlier in the day purloined from the mess. Shibusawa said nothing and took the food, though not without a look of resentment. He did not understand the words, but from the fellow's gruff manner suspected something of his meaning. Those last words, "mum is the word," impressed him, and intuitively he felt they in some way related to manner. This he afterwards so thoroughly impressed upon Okyo's mind that he, doubtful slave, learned no more "European," but made that much serve his every purpose. Had Shibusawa been more politic, and accepted the situation as a necessary consequence of his uncongenial surroundings, he might have escaped further insult, but that characteristic look of his gave the big, sooty stoker further occasion to "show off," whereat he pounced upon him with his big bony hand in such manner as to send his now bewildered charge sprawling over the loose coals, saying, gruffly: "Ahoy wid y'u! I'll teach y'u to scud y'r gang. I'll take a reef in y'r jib, y'u blubberene!" Shibusawa made no attempt to resist the attack, but consoled himself in the belief that there were others to be found in this strange civilisation that were less impolite. He tried to relish the food, though he could not bear its smell, much less its taste. It was different cooking from any he had ever eaten, and the seasoning--well, it was no worse than the ingredients, which he suspected to be mostly flesh of some kind or another. "Can these strange people be cannibals? Yes, they must be, else whence did they obtain this greasy stuff?" queried he, as he thought of his own fate. Shibusawa, however, had not started off entirely unprepared, but upon leaving home had thrust into the folds of his girdle a few handfuls of loose rice and a small skin of fresh water. Now that he was hungry for food that he could eat and water that he could drink he withdrew into a lonely corner and helped himself sparingly. In the matter of clothing he was more fortunate, for early upon his advent he had succeeded in bargaining for a pair of blue overalls and jumper, besides cowhide shoes and a sailor's cap. For Okyo, he had as yet procured only a shirt and the shoes--the remainder being promised upon their arrival at Shanghai. Thus the day passed, though it was not later than four o'clock when it began suddenly to grow dark.