"And what will you bring back?" 

 "Ain't sure about that yet. Owners' orders will be waitin' fur me when we get to Hong Kong. Probably load up with tea and such truck. Maybe get some copra at some of the islands." 

 China, Japan, the South Seas! Lands of mystery, adventure and romance! Lands of eternal summer! Azure seas studded with islands like emeralds! Velvet nights spangled with flaming stars! 

 The wanderlust seized on Allen Drew more fiercely than before, and his heart sickened with longing. 

 "It must be wonderful to see all those places," he ventured. 

 "Huh?" said the captain, looking at him blankly. 

 "I mean," explained the landsman, half ashamed of his enthusiasm, "that everything is so different—so old—so mysterious—so beautiful——. You know what I mean," he ended lamely. 

 The captain sniffed. 

 "Pooty enough, I s'pose," he grunted.  "But I never pay no 'tention to that. What with layin' my course an' loadin' my cargo an' followin' owners orders, my mind's what ye might call pooty well took up." 

 The irony of it all! The captain who did not care a copper for romance was going into the very thick of it, while he, Allen Drew, who panted for it, was doomed to forego it forever. Of what use to have the soul of a Viking, if your job is that of a chandler's clerk? 

 The captain applied himself to the decanter again and Drew roused from his momentary reverie. 

 "Well," he observed, as he took his hat from the table on which he had thrown it, "I'll keep a sharp eye out for that windlass and see that it is shipped to you the minute it reaches us from the factory." 

 "All right," responded the captain, rising to his feet.  "I'll be lookin' for it. I wouldn't dare risk the old one fur another v'yage." 

 They shook hands, and Drew climbed the stairs, crossed the deck and went out on to the wharf. 

 The river was a scene almost as busy as that which lay behind him in the crowded streets of the metropolis. Snorting tugs were darting to and fro, lines of barges were being convoyed toward the Sound, ferryboats were leaving and entering their slips, tramp steamers were poking their 

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