“I suppose,” I said, after he had finished laughing at my innocent enough remark, “I suppose you will be off to-day.”

That was what he meant to do.  He had not gone at daylight only because he expected me to come in.

“And only fancy what has happened yesterday,” he went on.  “My mate left me suddenly.  Had to.  And as there’s nobody to be found at a short notice I am going to take Schultz with me.  The notorious Schultz!  Why don’t you jump out of your skin?  I tell you I went and unearthed Schultz late last evening, after no end of trouble.  ‘I am your man, captain,’ he says, in that wonderful voice of his, ’but I am sorry to confess I have practically no clothes to my back.  I have had to sell all my wardrobe to get a little food from day to day.’  What a voice that man has got.  Talk about moving stones!  But people seem to get used to it.  I had never seen him before, and, upon my word, I felt suddenly tears rising to my eyes.  Luckily it was dusk.  He was sitting very quiet under a tree in a native compound as thin as a lath, and when I peered down at him all he had on was an old cotton singlet and a pair of ragged pyjamas.  I bought him six white suits and two pairs of canvas shoes.  Can’t clear the ship without a mate.  Must have somebody.  I am going on shore presently to sign him on, and I shall take him with me as I go back on board to get under way.  Now, I am a lunatic—­am I not?  Mad, of course.  Come on!  Lay it on thick.  Let yourself go.  I like to see you get excited.”

He so evidently expected me to scold that I took especial pleasure in exaggerating the calmness of my attitude.

“The worst that can be brought up against Schultz,” I began, folding my arms and speaking dispassionately, “is an awkward habit of stealing the stores of every ship he has ever been in.  He will do it.  That’s really all that’s wrong.  I don’t credit absolutely that story Captain Robinson tells of Schultz conspiring in Chantabun with some ruffians in a Chinese junk to steal the anchor off the starboard bow of the Bohemian Girl schooner.  Robinson’s story is too ingenious altogether.  That other tale of the engineers of the Nan-Shan finding Schultz at midnight in the engine-room busy hammering at the brass bearings to carry them off for sale on shore seems to me more authentic.  Apart from this little weakness, let me tell you that Schultz is a smarter sailor than many who never took a drop of drink in their lives, and perhaps no worse morally than some men you and I know who have never stolen the value of a penny.  He may not be a desirable person to have on board one’s ship, but since you have no choice he may be made to do, I believe.  The important thing is to understand his psychology.  Don’t give him any money till you have done with him.  Not a cent, if he begs ever so.  For as sure as Fate the moment you give him any money he will begin to steal.  Just remember that.”