Mr. Jones made a hurried departure. Once in the boat, he shook his fist at Barclay and cursed him fluently. The captain turned away promptly. “Mr. Farwell, if you'll step this way the steward will outfit you with some clothes. If they don't fit they'll do better than those togs you're wearing.” The English youth came forward with a suggestion. “Really, I think I can do better than that for Mr. Far--” He hesitated for the name. “Farnum,” supplied the owner of it. “Ah! You're about my size, Mr. Farnum. If you don't mind, you know, you're quite welcome to anything I have.” “Thank you very much.” “Very well. Mr. Farwell--Farnum, I mean--shake hands with Lieutenant Beauchamp,” and with the sense of duty done the worthy captain dismissed the new arrival from his mind. Jeff bowed to Miss Frome and followed his broad-shouldered guide to a cabin. He was conscious of an odd elation that had not entirely to do with a brave adventure happily ended. The impelling cause of it was rather the hope of a braver adventure happily begun. Part 2 “By Jove, I envy you, Mr. Farnum. Didn't know people bucked into adventures like that these tame days. Think of actually being shanghaied. It's like a novel. My word, the ladies will make a lion of you!” The Englishman was dragging a steamer trunk from under his bed. It needed no second glance at his frank boyish face to divine him a friend worth having. Fresh-colored and blue-eyed, he looked very much the country gentleman Jeff had read about but never seen. It was perhaps by the gift of race that he carried himself with distinction, though the flat straight back and the good shoulders of the cricketer contributed somewhat, too. Jeff sized him up as a resolute, clean-cut fellow, happily endowed with many gifts of fortune to make him the likable chap he was. Beauchamp threw out some clothes from a steamer trunk and left the rescued man alone to dress. Ten minutes later he returned. “Expect you'd like an interview with the barber. I'll take you round. By the way, you'll let me be your banker till you reach Verden?” “Thank you. Since I must.” From the barber shop the Englishman took him to the dining saloon. “Awfully sorry you can't sit at our table, Mr. Farnum. It's full up. You're to be at the purser's.” Jeff let a smile escape into his eyes. “Suits me. I've been at the bos'n's for several weeks.” “Beastly outrage. We'll want to hear all about it. Miss Frome's tremendously excited. Odd you and she hadn't met before. Didn't know Verden was such a big town.” “I'm not a society man,” explained Jeff. “And it happens I've been fighting her father politically for years. Miss Frome and Mrs. Van Tyle are about the last people I would be likely to meet.”