"Now, then, captain, you'd best be going below to get your grub."
"Thank you," replied Tommy, rubbing his eyes. "I'm not hungry, only miserable."
"How's that?"
The lad was fair-haired, blue-eyed and good-natured, if his face could be trusted, and he stared curiously at Tommy.
"Are you saloon or steerage?" he asked; "because, if you're steerage, you'll get bounced if you come this side of that rope."
"I don't know what I am, and that's a fact."
"Come, don't guy me! Where do you belong? You must know who you came aboard with."
"So I do."
"Who was it?"
"I came with the corpse," replied Tommy, with the utmost seriousness.