oller the sea. Have you been
long ashore?"

"Not long," answered Marlowe.

"Where was your last v'y'ge?"

"To Californy," answered Marlowe, hesitating.

"What craft?"

Here was an embarrassing question. Marlowe wished his questioner at
the North Pole, but felt compelled to answer.

"The--Sally Ann," he answered.

"You don't say!" said the other, with animation. "I was aboard the
Sally Ann myself, one v'y'ge."

"Confound you, I'm sorry to hear it!" thought the impostor.

"There's more than one Sally Ann, it's likely," he said. "Who was your
captain?"

"Captain Rice."

"Mine was Captain Talbot."

"How long was your v'y'ge, shipmate?"

Now Marlowe had no knowledge of the number of days such a voyage ought
to take. He knew that the California steamers came in in three or four
weeks, and the difference of speed did not occur to him, not to speak
of the vastly greater distance round Cape Horn.

"Thirty days," he answered, at random.

"Thirty days!" exclaimed the sailor, in amazement. "Did you go round
the Horn in thirty days?"

"Yes, we had favorable winds," explained Marlowe.

"He must be crazy, or he's no sailor," thought the true son of
Neptune.

He was about to ask another question, when Marlowe, who suspected that
he had made a blunder, turned abruptly, and walked away.

"He ain't no sailor," said the questioner to himself. "He never lived
in the forecastle, I know by his walk."

Marlowe had not the rolling gait of a seaman, and the other detected
it at once.

"Went round the Horn in thirty days!" soliloquized the sailor. "That
yarn's too tough for me to swallow. What's he got on that rig for?"

Meanwhile, Julius looked around him with enjoyment. Cheap as the
excursion was, he had but once made it before. It had been seldom that
he had even twenty cents to spare, and when he had money, he had
preferred to go to the Old Bowery or Tony Pastor's for an evening's
entertainment. Now he felt the refreshing influence of the sea breeze.
He was safe from Marlowe, so he thought. He had left danger behind him
in the great, dusty city. Before him was a vision of green fields, and
the delight of an afternoon without work and without care. He was sure
of a good supper and a comfortable bed; for had he not five dollars in
his pocket? Julius felt as rich as Stewart or Vanderbilt, and so he
was for the time being. But he would have felt anxious, could he have
seen the baleful glance of the disguised sailor;