“‘Where is Cap’n Tarbell?’ she ses.  ‘Why don’t you find him?’

“’I’ll go and look for ‘im in the bar presently,’ I ses.  ’He’s sure to be there, arter a turn or two.’

“I managed to keep ’er quiet for ’arf an hour—­with the ’elp of the people wot sat near us—­and then I ’ad to go.  I ‘ad a glass o’ beer to pass the time away, and, while I was drinking it, who should come up but the cook and one of the hands from the Lizzie and Annie.

“‘We saw you,’ ses the cook, winking; ‘didn’t we Bob?’

“‘Yes,’ ses Bob, shaking his silly ’ead; ’but it wasn’t no surprise to me.  I’ve ’ad my eye on ‘im for a long time past.’

“’I thought ‘e was married,’ ses the cook.

“‘So he is,’ ses Bob, ’and to the best wife in London.  I know where she lives.  Mine’s a bottle o’ Bass,’ he ses, turning to me.

“‘So’s mine,’ ses the cook.

“I paid for two bottles for ’em, and arter that they said that they’d ’ave a whisky and soda apiece just to show as there was no ill-feeling.

“‘It’s very good,’ ses Bob, sipping his, ’but it wants a sixpenny cigar to go with it.  It’s been the dream o’ my life to smoke a sixpenny cigar.’

“’So it ‘as mine,’ ses the cook, ‘but I don’t suppose I ever shall.’

“They both coughed arter that, and like a goodnatured fool I stood ’em a sixpenny cigar apiece, and I ’ad just turned to go back to my seat when up come two more hands from the Lizzie and Annie.

“‘Halloa, watchman!’ ses one of ’em.  ’Why, I thought you was a-taking care of the wharf.’

“‘He’s got something better than the wharf to take care of,’ ses Bob, grinning.

“’I know; we see ‘im,’ ses the other chap.  ’We’ve been watching ’is goings-on for the last ‘arf-hour; better than a play it was.’

“I stopped their mouths with a glass o’ bitter each, and went back to my seat while they was drinking it.  I told Miss Lamb in whispers that ’e wasn’t there, but I’d ‘ave another look for him by and by.  If she’d ha’ whispered back it would ha’ been all right, but she wouldn’t, and, arter a most unpleasant scene, she walked out with her ’ead in the air follered by me with two men in buttons and a policeman.

“O’ course, nothing would do but she must go back to the wharf and wait for Cap’n Tarbell, and all the way there I was wondering wot would ’appen if she went on board and found ’im there with Mrs. Plimmer.  However, when we got there I persuaded ’er to go into the office while I went aboard to see if I could find out where he was, and three minutes arterwards he was standing with me behind the galley, trembling all over and patting me on the back.

“’Keep ‘er in the office a little longer,’ he ses, in a whisper.  ’The other’s going soon.  Keep ‘er there as long as you can.’

“‘And suppose she sees you and Mrs. Plimmer passing the window?’ I ses.

“’That’ll be all right; I’m going to take ’er to the stairs in the ship’s boat,’ he ses.  ‘It’s more romantic.’