--The Whale.

A slowing, tug, tooting fussy and staccato blasts which Captain Wass
translated into commands to hold up, intercepted the _Nequasset_ in
Hampton Roads.

Mr. Fletcher Fogg was a passenger on the tug. In a suit of natty gray,
he loomed conspicuously in the alley outside the tug's pilot-house. He
cursed roundly when he toilsomely climbed the ladder to the freighter's
deck, for the rusty sheathing smutched the knees of his trousers.

"I'm doing a little better than I promised you, captain," he stated when
he arrived finally in the presence of the master. "I said Philadelphia.
But here I am. Do you know me now?"

"Your name is Fogg," returned Captain Wass, exhibiting no special
delight.

"And I'm manager of this line. As it seems to be pretty hard for you to
get anything through that thick nut of yours, I'll ask you to glance at
a paper which will save argument."

The paper was an attested notification, signed by the directors, stating
in laconic legal phrase what Mr. Fogg had just declared.

"You recognize my authority, do you?"

"Your bill o' lading reads O. K.," assented the skipper.

"Very well! Exactly! Then you take your orders. Proceed to an anchorage
off Lambert Point below Norfolk, pick a berth well off the channel, and
put down both hooks. The boat is going out of commission. I find you're
not making any money for the owners."

"It ain't my fault. With charters at--" began the master, indignantly.

"I haven't any time for a joint debate. You are laid off. Bring your
accounts to the main office as soon as you have turned the steamer over
to the caretaker--he'll come out from Norfolk." Manager Fogg turned on
his heel to meet Mate Mayo. "You will report at the main offices, too,
Mr. Mayo. Have you master's papers?"

"I have, sir--Atlantic waters, Jacksonville to East-port."

"Very good--you're going to be promoted. I shall put you aboard the
passenger-steamer _Montana_ as captain." He looked about sharply. "Where
is my agent?"

"There, in the quartermaster's cabin. We gave him that," replied Captain
Wass, gruffly. "I'm glad I'm out of steamboating. I've learned how to
run a boarding-house and make money out of it."

Mr. Fogg did not understand that sneer, and he paid no attention to the
captain's manner. He started for the cabin indicated.

"Well, you can swell around in gold braid now and catch your heiress,"
observed Captain Wass to his mate.

"I'm sorry