Spokesly.

"Well, why not make a trip for me? This ship she's not very _beeg_, but
she's going down to the Islands for the Government, you understand."

"For the Government? A transport?"

"One trip. After that I'll have something else much better for you. Yes,
much better."

"What, go mate with this Captain Rannie?"

"One trip," said Mr. Dainopoulos, holding up his forefinger. "I can fix
you for four hundred drachma a month."

"You said something, first time I came ashore, about a skipper's job,"
said Mr. Spokesly.

"That's just what I mean. Something better, see? This skipper," he
added, leaning forward and lowering his voice, "he no good! But he got a
paper from me, you understand, for a year, so I can't do nothin'."

"What about me?" said Mr. Spokesly, rather to his own surprise. "Do I
get a paper, too?"

"Only one trip," countered Mr. Dainopoulos. "You go one trip and I'll
fix you for a _beeg_ ship."

"Well, I can't do any better, and going home may be a wash-out," mused
Mr. Spokesly. "I'll get some clothes."

"You go to a friend o' mine and he'll get you everything. Here's the
number. Jean Tjimiski Street. You better get uniform, see, and wear all
the time. Better than plain clothes. Plenty trouble goin' aboard ship
without uniform. And then you come to my house."

"I was going to the Olympos," began Mr. Spokesly.

"Too dear! Olympos no good," hastily began Mr. Dainopoulos who was not
at all anxious to have an employee of his drawn into conversation by the
people who lived at the Olympos. "You come to my house. I will speak to
the officer who buy the stores from me and he will be glad if captain
and mate both English, you understand. That all right?" And he patted
Mr. Spokesly on the shoulder.

"You mean, come and stay with you?"

"Certainly. Why not? My wife, she likes you very much. And Miss Solaris,
eh?"

"Well, I don't notice she likes me so very much. She tolerates me. I
don't understand that girl, Mister."

Mr. Dainopoulos looked very serious at this. He shook his head. He lit a
cigarette, blew the smoke away, and put his face close to Mr.
Spokesly's.

"Never mind her, Mister. Keep away from her. She's a fine girl but she's
got funny ideas. And she's crazy about that feller what's gone away. She
thinks he's a king and she's a queen. You understand what I mean? She
ain't here at all, you see? She's got notions she's goin' to find him
and he'll take her back to Austria or somewhere. I c