Donkin closed one eye, amicable and confidential. He whispered:—“Ye ’ave done this afore’aven’tchee?” Jimmy smiled—then as if unable to hold back he let himself go:—“Last ship—yes. I was out of sorts on the passage. See? It was easy. They paid me off in Calcutta, and the skipper made no bones about it either.... I got my money all right. Laid up fifty-eight days! The fools! O Lord! The fools! Paid right off.” He laughed spasmodically. Donkin chimed in giggling. Then Jimmy coughed violently. “I am as well as ever,” he said, as soon as he could draw breath. Donkin made a derisive gesture. “In course,” he said, profoundly, “any one can see that.”—“They don’t,” said Jimmy, gasping like a fish.—“They would swallow any yarn,” affirmed Donkin.—“Don’t you let on too much,” admonished Jimmy in an exhausted voice.—“Your little gyme? Eh?” commented Donkin, jovially. Then with sudden disgust: “Yer all for yerself, s’long as ye’re right....” So charged with egoism James Wait pulled the blanket up to his chin and lay still for a while. His heavy lips protruded in an everlasting black pout. “Why are you so hot on making trouble?” he asked without much interest. “’Cos it’s a bloomin’ shayme. We are put upon ... bad food, bad pay ... I want us to kick up a bloomin’ row; a blamed ’owling row that would make ’em remember! Knocking people about ... brain us indeed! Ain’t we men?” His altruistic indignation blazed. Then he said calmly:—“I’ve been airing yer clothes.”—“All right,” said Jimmy, languidly, “bring them in.”—“Giv’ us the key of your chest, I’ll put ’em away for yer,” said Donkin with friendly eagerness.—“Bring ’em in, I will put them away myself,” answered James Wait with severity. Donkin looked down, muttering.... “What d’you say? What d’you say?” inquired Wait anxiously.—“Nothink. The night’s dry, let ’em ’ang out till the morning,” said Donkin, in a strangely trembling voice, as though restraining laughter or rage. Jimmy seemed satisfied.—“Give me a little water for the night in my mug—there,” he said. Donkin took a stride over the doorstep.—“Git it yerself,” he replied in a surly tone. “You can do it, unless you are sick.”—“Of course I can do it,” said Wait, “only ...”—“Well, then, do it,” said Donkin, viciously, “if yer can look after yer clothes, yer can look after yerself.” He went on deck without a look back.