ing," said another. "I'll get one of the
hands aboard my hooker to go for you if you give me the tickets."

Barry shook his head. "I've promised to be aboard to-night, and we
sail early on Monday morning."

"Humph! That's a corker," said the man with the rumbling voice;
"there's no getting out of that;" then rising from his seat he walked
to the door, opened it, and then turning his head, said, "Just come
here a minute, mister, and I'll tell you how we might manage it."

Barry followed him out into the passage and then upstairs into his
bedroom.

"Look here," said Watson as he struck a match, lit a candle and then
his pipe, and speaking amidst a cloud of smoke, "you don't know much of
me, and I don't know much of you, but I do know that you're one of the
right sort. I could see you were getting pretty well pushed, although
you have always kept a stiff upper lip. Now, look there. There's my
chest. Help yourself to some dry togs--they'll fit you right enough.
Then go out, and do all you want to do, and if you have time come back
here and we'll have a glass of grog together. If you haven't--why, it
don't matter. I've been on _my_ beam ends often enough, I can tell
you."

Barry put out his hand. "Thank you, Mr. Watson. If you'll lend me a
suit of clothes, I'll feel grateful. I've only those I stand up in,
and I'm feeling jolly cold. But I've a good suit or two in pawn with
my other gear, and I'll be back here with them in half an hour."

Without another word Watson opened his sea chest and threw a collection
of clothing upon the bed.

"There's shirts, collars, ties, and everything else you want in the
chest, and boots under the bed. Blow out the light when you've
finished, lock the door, and leave the key in the bar, and if you're on
for a yarn when you come back, you'll find me downstairs with old Billy
Todd. Welsh rarebit at ten o'clock."

Then refusing to listen to Barry's thanks, he went out to rejoin his
companions.

Immediately he had finished dressing himself in his new friend's
clothes, Barry rolled his own up in a bundle, locked the room door, and
hurried down into the bar, where he left the key as directed, and had
some coffee and a sandwich or two instead of supper, for he was anxious
to return as quickly as possible, and then make his way down to the
_Mahina_.

The pawnbroker's shop was less than ten minutes' walk from the hotel,
and stepping briskly along he soon reached its doors, e