"When his passengers need him. Passengers first,
ship next, are the orders. They're clear and exact--
can't mistake 'em."

"You speak as if you had had some experience."
A leaf from out the note-book of a live man doing
live things is as refreshing as a bucket of cool water
from a deep well.

"Experience! Been forty years at sea."

"Some of them pretty exciting, I suppose."

"Yes. Half a dozen of 'em."

He emptied his cup, rose from his seat, and pushing
back his chair, began pacing the floor, stepping
into the connecting chart-room, bending for an instant
over the map, and stepping back again, peering
through the small window a-grime with the spray of
a north-easter.

My question, I could see, had either revived some
unpleasant memory or the anxiety due to the sudden
shift of wind--it had been blowing south-west all day
--had made him restless.

As my eyes followed his movements I began to
realize the enormous size of the man. Walking the