losing by my kindness."

"We have no idea you should, captain," said Wicks.

"We are ready to pay anything in reason," added Carthew.

At the words, Goddedaal, who sat next to him, touched him with his

elbow, and the two mates exchanged a significant look. The character of

Captain Trent was given and taken in that silent second.

"In reason?" repeated the captain of the brig. "I was waiting for that.

Reason's between two people, and there's only one here. I'm the judge;

I'm reason. If you want an advance you have to pay for it"--he hastily

corrected himself--"If you want a passage in my ship, you have to pay my

price," he substituted. "That's business, I believe. I don't want you;

you want me."

"Well, sir," said Carthew, "and what IS your price?"

The captain made bread pills. "If I were like you," he said, "when you

got hold of that merchant in the Gilberts, I might surprise you. You

had your chance then; seems to me it's mine now. Turn about's fair play.

What kind of mercy did you have on that Gilbert merchant?" he cried,

with a sudden stridency. "Not that I blame you. All's fair in love and

business," and he laughed again, a little frosty giggle.

"Well, sir?" said Carthew, gravely.

"Well, this ship's mine, I think?" he asked sharply.

"Well, I'm of that way of thinking meself," observed Mac.

"I say it's mine, sir!" reiterated Trent, like a man trying to be angry.

"And I tell you all, if I was a driver like what you are, I would take

the lot. But there's two thousand pounds there that don't belong to you,

and I'm an honest man. Give me the two thousand that's yours, and I'll

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