He drove to the office of Sharp and Co. in a hansom, and entered the premises with a defiant air. The clerk who presented the letter on board, saw him, and fled to the rear of the building. Abe Sharp was in his office, and as the skipper entered he asked him to be seated. "Haven't time," said Job. "We're under sailing orders. Steam up, and we move out in two hours. Are the papers ready?" Sharp knew his man. "You received my letter?" he asked. "I did. That's the reason the funnel is already belching forth smoke. We're quick on the 'Golden Land,' a darned sight smarter than you are in this office." "I am afraid your temper is ruffled," said Sharp. "And so would yours be if a tadpole addressed you with the authority of a whale." "Who is the tadpole?" Job Seagrave named the offending clerk. "He shall be reprimanded," said Sharp. "Much good that will do him. Sack him." "He's useful." "Then I'm sorry for you. We have no use for things like that on the 'Golden Land.' Are the papers ready?" "No, of course not." "Then what the ---- is the use of dragging me up here in a hurry." "You are too sudden, captain. I hope you don't drive the 'Golden Land' at this rate." Job Seagrave smiled as he replied-- "I'll tell you something in confidence, Mr. Sharp. I have made my will, and left a written confession behind me in safe hands. If the 'Golden Land' is submerged this trip you'll hear about it." "She is perfectly seaworthy, and although an old boat, is by no means a bad one." "Have you ever travelled in her?" asked the skipper. "No, oh dear no!" "Then try a voyage in her this time. There'll be room in the firm for another partner in a few weeks." Abe Sharp laughed as he replied-- "You are in a joking humour this morning. I suppose it is the result of your good luck yesterday?" "And what may you be pleased to call my good luck?" "Sam Slack called here, and said you had gone to Lewes to back a horse." "Did he now? That's kind of him, giving me away like that," said Job. "It's no concern of mine, of course," said Sharp, "but I advise you to stick to your ship and leave horses alone." "What are you going to put aboard out of your winnings?" asked Job. "My winnings, what do you mean?" asked the astonished Sharp. "You backed my tip, and it came off. I think we deserve a few odds and ends in the way of luxuries after that. As a rule, mind you, I say as a rule--this voyage may prove an exception--the 'Golden Land' is not exactly a floating Hotel Cecil. Perhaps you'll assist us in the cookery department, and I may say that the wine cellar is disgracefully under-stocked." Abe Sharp laughed again. He, too, was in a good humour. "I confess I had a trifle on that horse Slack named. Only a trifle, mind you. I'll see what can be done for you; but if steam is up, and you sail in two hours, I fear it will be impossible for me to accede to your request." "Steam can be let off," said Job. "What do you require on board?" asked Sharp.