“‘I know,’ she ses, in a low voice.  ’But I don’t want any guard—­only you.  I don’t like guards that peep down skylights.’

“I looked up just in time to see Joe’s ’ead disappear.  Then I nipped up, and arter I ’ad told ’im part of wot I thought about ’im I gave ’im the letter and told ’im to sheer off.

“’The skipper told me to stay ‘ere,’ he ses, looking obstinate.

“‘You do as you’re told,’ I ses.  ’I’m in charge, and I take full responsibility.  I shall lock the gate arter you.  Wot are you worrying about?’

“‘And here’s a shilling, Joe, for a bus fare,’ ses the gal, smiling.  ‘You can keep the change.’

“Joe took off ’is cap and scratched ’is silly bald ’ead.

“‘Come on,’ I ses; ’it’s a letter to a dressmaker.  A letter that must go to-night.’

“‘Else it’s no use,’ ses the gal.  ’You don’t know ‘ow important it is.’

“‘All right,’ ses Joe. ’’Ave it your own way.  So long as you don’t tell the skipper I don’t mind.  If anything ’appens you’ll catch it too, Bill.’

“He climbed ashore, and I follered ’im to the gate and unlocked it.  He was screwing up ’is eye ready for a wink, but I give ’im such a look that he thought better of it, and, arter rubbing his eye with ’is finger as though he ‘ad got a bit o’ dust in it, he went off.

“I locked the gate and went back to the cabin, and for some time we sat talking about fathers and the foolish ideas they got into their ’eads, and things o’ that sort.  So far as I remember, I ‘ad two more goes o’ whisky and one o’ the skipper’s cigars, and I was just thinking wot a beautiful thing it was to be alive and ’ealthy and in good spirits, talking to a nice gal that understood wot you said a’most afore you said it, when I ’eard three blows on a whistle.

“‘Wot’s that?’ I ses, starting up.  ‘Police whistle?’

“‘I don’t think so,’ ses Miss Butt, putting her ’and on my shoulder.  ’Sit down and stay where you are.  I don’t want you to get hurt, if it is.  Let somebody I don’t like go.’

“I sat down agin and listened, but there was no more whistling.

“‘Boy in the street, I expect,’ ses the gal, going into the state-room.  ‘Oh, I’ve got something to show you.  Wait a minute.’

“I ’eard her moving about, and then she comes back into the cabin.

“‘I can’t find the key of my box,’ she ses, ’and it’s in there.  I wonder whether you’ve got a key that would open it.  It’s a padlock.’

“I put my ’and in my pocket and pulled out my keys.  ’Shall I come and try?’ I ses.

“‘No, thank you,’ she ses, taking the keys.  ’This looks about the size.  What key is it?’

“‘It’s the key of the gate,’ I ses, ‘but I don’t suppose it’ll fit.’

“She went back into the state-room agin, and I ’eard her fumbling at a lock.  Then she came back into the cabin, breathing rather hard, and stood thinking.