[CHAPTER XIII.]
CAPTAIN RHINES AND DICK CAMERON.
During the day they were occupied in discharging cargo, were tired at night, and turned in early to make up their sleep. But the night following the same company assembled again in the cabin of the Arthur.
"Now," said Captain Rhines, "for the crew."
"Ned and I are officers and crew," said Walter; "we can handle her."
"You could handle her in good weather, or in a gale of wind, if it gave you time, but you might lose your masts in a sudden squall; besides, you must have more than one in a watch. You must have a lookout, and you might have a scuffle to get Peterson. You must have two men, and a boy for a cook: one stout, reliable man, an able seaman, and an ordinary, or stout, smart boy, eighteen or nineteen. One of you may be sick, or washed overboard. However, there's time enough for that. I think I know where to find the able seaman."
A week after this Captain Rhines takes a walk to "Black Dog Alley."
"Where is Dick Cameron?" he inquired of the bar-keeper.
"On that bench," pointing to a wooden settee, on which lay Dick, drunk and sound asleep.
"Been out all night?"
"Ay."