Then the purser appeared. "Did you send for me?" he inquired.

"Yes. There was a strange man around just now, and he wanted a
dollar for this chair."

"Well?"

"I want to establish a line of credit."

The purser grunted.

"And say!" Kirk ran on, seriously. "I've been all over your little
ship, but the passengers are boys' size. I can't wear this collar
any longer."

"And I can't find any baggage of yours."

"Then there isn't any. I never really expected there was. Come
now, be a good fellow. This is my 'case shirt."

"If you really wish some clothes, I'll see what I can find among
the stewards."

"No, no," Kirk hastily interposed, "I can't wear a shirt with soup
stains on it. Let me have one of yours--we're twin brothers."

"I have no more than I need," said the purser, coldly. He opened a
cigarette case, at which Anthony gazed longingly. It seemed ages
since he had had a smoke; but the other seemed disinclined for