her. I don't go down more 'n I can avoid. It makes me feel
mysterious to pass that butler's-pantry place. Say, this is the
first time I've been on the ocean."

"Oh, don't apologise, Harvey."

"Who's apologising? This is the first time I've crossed the ocean,
gen'elmen, and, except the first day, I haven't been sick one
little bit. No, sir!" He brought down his fist with a triumphant
bang, wetted his finger, and went on counting the bills.

"Oh, you're a high-grade machine, with the writing in plain
sight," the Philadelphian yawned. "You'll blossom into a credit to
your country if you don't take care."

"I know it. I'm an American - first, last, and all the time. I'll
show 'em that when I strike Europe. Pif! My cig's out. I can't
smoke the truck the steward sells. Any gen'elman got a real
Turkish cig on him?"

The chief engineer entered for a moment, red, smiling, and wet.
"Say, Mac," cried Harvey, cheerfully, "how are we hitting it?"

"Vara much in the ordinary way," was the grave reply. "The young
are as polite as ever to their elders, an' their elders are e'en
tryin' to appreciate it."

A low chuckle came from a corner. The German opened his cigar-case
and handed a skinny black cigar to Harvey.