Wave! Stood on her Head by an Earthquake! Only 10 cents!" And he was
up on a box himself encouraging the populace, and he seemed to think
he had a good business opening. But I says:

"Stevey," I says, "come off it. We're going to Panama."

He wanted to argue it was an unparallelled show, but I took him by
the suspenders and ran him down to Portate, arguing, and the populace
went in free, and we went aboard the _Jane Allen_. He thought
the _Helen Mar_ was a better boat upside down than the _Jane
Allen_ any side, and he was right there, for the _Jane Allen_
was full of smells and unhealthiness. But Craney was glad to see us.

We hadn't been a week at sea before her cook came down with ship's
fever and died in five days, but Craney picked up a bit for the time.
Rickhart came straight for Stevey Todd, and handed him his passage
money.

"You're no passenger" he says. "You're a cook. You hear me!" Which
appeared like a rash statement, that Stevey Todd wasn't one to take
off-hand like that without argument, but Rickhart shoved him into the
galley before he got his ideas arranged right.

"You're the _Jane Allen's_ cook," says Rickhart, and appeared
to be right, though his style of argument wasn't what Clyde had
trained us to. Stevey Todd had no proper outfit to meet it. The
victuals he had to serve up on the _Jane Allen_ was a worriment
to his conscience too, being tainted and bad, and by-and-by I came
down too with ship's fever, and Craney got sicker again with scurvy.