"Well--er--he isn't up yet," they heard Glenister stammer; "better
come around later."

"Nonsense; it's time he was dressed." The master's voice was
gruffly good-natured. "Hello, Dextry! Hey! Open up for
inspection." He rattled the door.

There was nothing to be done. The old miner darted an inquiring
glance at his companion, then, at her nod, slipped the bolt, and
the captain's blue bulk filled the room.

His grizzled, close-bearded face was genially wrinkled till he
spied the erect, gray figure in the corner, when his cap came off
involuntarily. There his courtesy ended, however, and the smile
died coldly from his face. His eyes narrowed, and the good-
fellowship fell away, leaving him the stiff and formal officer.

"Ah," he said, "not feeling well, eh? I thought I had met all of
our lady passengers. Introduce me, Dextry."

Dextry squirmed under his cynicism.

"Well--I--ah--didn't catch the name myself."

"What?"

"Oh, there ain't much to say. This is the lady--we brought aboard
last night--that's all."