protested the lawyer, but Dextry had gone.

"Better do as he says. His schemes are good ones," recommended
Glenister, and accordingly the lawyer made preparation.

In the mean time the old prospector had begun at the end of Front
Street to make a systematic search of the gambling-houses.
Although it was very late they were running noisily, and at last
he found the man he wanted playing "Black Jack," the smell of tar
in his clothes, the lilt of the sea in his boisterous laughter.
Dextry drew him aside.

"Mac, there's only two things about you that's any good--your
silence and your seamanship. Otherwise, you're a disreppitable,
drunken insect."

The sailor grinned.

"What is it you want now? If it's concerning money, or business,
or the growed-up side of life, run along and don't disturb the
carousals of a sailorman. If it's a fight, lemme get my hat."

"I want you to wake up your fireman and have steam on the tug in
an hour, then wait for me below the bridge. You're chartered for
twenty-four hours, and--remember, not a word."

"I'm on! Compared to me the Spinks of Egyp' is as talkative as a
phonograph."

The old man next turned his steps to the Northern Theatre. The