"How are you makin' out, mister?" asked the bosun's mate of Jack, as he threw himself down lazily.
"First rate," replied the rover cheerily. "By the way, I seem to recall your voice. Were you on the China Station five years ago in the Diadem?"
"I was that."
"Coxswain to old Typhoon Blake?"
"Why, that's so."
"Remember rescuing a man from a sampan one day up the Shanghai River."
"Had a bag of dollars with him? The two Johns tried to lay him out, an' he up-ended one of 'em?"
"Yes, that's right. Remember me now?"
"W'y, blawst me but you 'as the cut of his jib; but—he weren't on the lower deck, mate. That blighted josser was a reg'lar copper-bottomed swell, an' took 'is chow with old Typhoon."
"Well, my name's Jack Derringer."