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ready to go on board I could not get back to the ground floor. That was all right for me, I explained, but I really didn't want to cheat a poor and loyal servant. The sentry was obdurate though and presently I had to send down and have the man come up; he did so with a relieved expression, thanked me, wished me safety, and, having read my name on my baggage, declared he'd remember me and wouldn't fail to note in the papers all the submarining of the next couple of weeks! Irish wit to make me feel good, for he said it with a raillering grin.

The ship was still hidden from view and not till I had met my mates Lieuts. ^[[Bill]] Braid, ^[[Phil]] Schuser?, and ^[[Doug]] Kenyon, and talked it over with them, did we go to the gangplank and embark on the painted nightmare. // For the boat was camouflaged to a nicety, in wretched