r--had to be, of course, on account of being the only two who knew
anything about working the boat. I did notice, though, that when he
spoke to Hazlewood he called him Cassidy. However, that was no business
of mine. We sailed pretty nearly due south that day and the next, and
the next after that. Then we hove to."

"Where?" I asked.

"Ask me another," said Sam. "I told you I couldn't navigate. I hadn't an
idea within a hundred miles where we were. What's more, I didn't care.
I was having a splendid time, and had succeeded in knocking some sort of
sense into the other fellow in my watch. Hazlewood steered, and barring
that he was sea-sick for eight hours, my man turned out to be a decent
sort, and fairly intelligent. He said his name was Temple, but Hazlewood
called him O'Reilly as often as not."

"You seem to have gone in for a nice variety of names," I said. "What
did you call yourself?"

"I stuck to my own name, of course. I wasn't doing anything to be
ashamed of. If we'd been caught and the thing had turned out to be
a crime--I don't know whether it was or not, but if it was, I
suppose------"

"I suppose I should have paid your fine," I said.

"Thanks," said Sam. "Thanks, awfully. I rather expected you would
whenever I thought about that part of it, but I very seldom did."

"What happened when you lay to?"

"Nothing at first. We bumped about a bit for five or six hours, and
Temple got frightfully sick again. I never saw a man sicker. Harlewood
kept on muddling about with charts, and doing sums on sheets of paper,
and consulting with O'Meara. I suppose they wanted to make sure that
they'd got to the right place. At last, just about sunset, a small
steamer turned up. She hung about all night, and next day we started
early, about four o'clock, and got the guns out of her, or some of them.
We couldn't take the whole cargo, of course, in a 30-ton yacht I don't
know how many more guns she had. Perhaps she hadn't any more. Only our
little lot Anyhow, I was jolly glad when the job was over. There was
a bit of a roll--nothing much, you know, but quite enough to make it
pretty awkward. Temple got over his sea-sickness, which was a comfort.
I suppose the excitement cured him. The way we worked was this--but I
daresay you wouldn't understand, even if I told you."

"Is it very technical? I mean, must you use many sea words?"

"Must," said Sam. "We were at sea, you know."

"Well," I said, "perhaps you'd better leave t