A whistle was blown. Men came running. Soon Franz was outside the jurisdiction of Germany. * * * * * The next day Captain Schantze stalked about, hardly speaking to Miller. He was angry and laid the blame at the latter's door. "Miller, why in the name of God didn't you guard that fellow better? An English court ... you know what _they'll_ do to us!" Miller spread his hands outward, shrugged his shoulders expressively, remained in silence. The two mates and the captain ate the rest of their supper in a silence that bristled. The ship was detained for ten days more after its cargo had been unloaded. At the trial, during which the "old maids" and The Sailors' Aid Society came to the fore, Captain Schantze roared his indignant best--so much so that the judge warned him that he was not on his ship but on English ground.... Franz got a handsome verdict in his favour, of course. And for several days he was seen, rolling drunk about the streets, by our boys, who now looked on him as a pretty clever person. * * * * * It was my time to run away--if I ever intended to. Within the next day or so we were to take on coal for the West Coast. We were to load down so heavily, the mate, who had conceived a hatred of me, informed me, that even in fair weather the scuppers would be a-wash. Significantly he added there would be much danger for a man who was not liked aboard a certain ship ... by the mates ... much danger of such a person's being washed overboard. For the waves, you know, washed over the deck of so heavily loaded a ship at will. * * * * * On the _Lord Summerville_ was a mad Pennsylvania boy who had, like myself, gone to sea for the first time ... but he had had no uncle to beat timidity into him ... and he had dared ship as able seaman on the big sky-sailed lime-juicer, and had gloriously acquitted himself. He was a tall, rangy young bullock of a lad. He could split any door with his fist. He liked to drink and fight. And he liked women in the grog-house sense. One of his chief exploits had been the punching of the second mate in the jaw when both were high a-loft. Then he had caught him about the waist, and held him till he came to, to keep him from falling. The mate had used bad language at him. Hoppner had worked from the first as if he had been born to the sea. He and I met in a saloon. The plump little barmaid had made him what she called, "A man's drink," while me she had served contemptuously with a ginger ale. Hoppner boasted of his exploits. I, of mine. "I tell you what, Gregory, since we're both jumping ship here, let's be pals for awhile and travel together." "I'm with you, Hoppner." "And why jump off empty-handed, since we are jumping off?" "What is it you're driving at?" "There ought to be a lot of loot on two boats!" "Suppose we get caught?" I asked cautiously.