"It may be summed up in seven words: 'Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself.' When the man who employs--and rules--uses the power that money gives him to succor his fellow man, the revolution will be indefinitely postponed. But as I say, it's only a theory." Bainbridge glanced at his watch. "I must be going," he said. "The _Adelantado_ drops down the river at eleven. But in passing I'll venture a little prophecy. You're down on your luck now, and a bit hot-hearted in consequence; but some day you will strike it right and come out on top. When you do, you'll be a hard master; tattoo that on your arm somewhere so you'll be reminded of it." Griswold had risen with his entertainer, and he put his hands on the table. "God do so to me, and more, if I am, Bainbridge," he said soberly. "That's all right: when the time comes, you just remember my little fortune-telling stunt. But before we shake hands, let's get back to concrete things for a minute or two. How are you fixed for the present, and what are you going to do for the future?" Griswold's smile was not pleasant to look at. "I am 'fixed' to run twenty-four hours longer, thanks to your hospitality. For that length of time I presume I shall continue to conform to what we have been taught to believe is the immutable order of things. After that----" He paused, and Bainbridge put the question. "Well, after that; what then?" "Then, if the chance to earn it is still denied me, and I am sufficiently hungry, I shall stretch forth my hand and take what I need." Bainbridge fished in his pocket and took out a ten-dollar bank-note. "Do that first," he said, offering Griswold the money. The proletary smiled and shook his head. "No; not to keep from going hungry--not even to oblige you, Bainbridge. It is quite possible that I shall end by becoming a robber, as you paraphrasers would put it, but I sha'n't begin on my friends. Good-night, and a safe voyage to you." II SPINDRIFT The fruit steamer _Adelantado_, outward bound, was shuddering to the first slow revolutions of her propeller when Bainbridge turned the key in the door of the stuffy little state-room to which he had been directed, and went on deck. The lines had been cast off and the ship was falling by imperceptible inches away from her broadside berth at the fruit wharf. Bainbridge heard the distance-softened clang of a gong; the tremulous murmur of the screw became more pronounced, and the vessel forged ahead until the current caught the outward-swinging prow. Five minutes later the _Adelantado_ had circled majestically in mid-stream and was passing the lights of the city in review as she steamed at half-speed down the river.