"He can't brace the yards hisself an' work the ship alone with only Salver an' the bo's'n, can he?"
"I see, but I don't want to get you in trouble."
"Every man on the ship 'ceptin' the steward is with you, an' we're simply not goin' to let him hang you."
"Templin, I want you to remember two names and an address."
"What are they?"
"Harnash and Beekman, 33 Broadway, New York."
"That's easy," said Templin, repeating the words. "Why?"
"That's my address when I'm home. If I ever get home and any of you men want a friend, come there. I want you to pass that around among the crew, every one of them. You fellows didn't believe me, but now that I'm going I want to tell you for the last time my story is true, and if you want to be fixed for life, just come and see me there."
"Well, I hopes you gits there, Smith, or--"
"Beekman."