seemed anxious to make up.

"I daresay not," was the reply; "it's a vile den."

"What country do you hail from?"

"Norway."

"Ah! Norwegian. Good sailors."

"Deserted at Rio?" he asked then, with a laugh, as if he expected, as a
matter of course, an answer in the affirmative.

"Shall I play for you?" he asked presently.

"No money."

"Here's a guinea on account of your wages on board the 'Stars and
Stripes,' for Valparaiso and Chinchas!" he cried, with a laugh that was
heard above the surrounding din; and flinging a gold piece on the table,
he lost it.

He turned, and putting his hand to his mouth, shouted--

"One more on account!" and another gold piece shared the fate of the
first.

"One more on account!" there came again, and with the same result.

Salvé had by this time had about enough of this free-and-easy and