"Well, bear up towards the mysterious light, anyhow, and let me know again when you get alongside."
"Ay ay, sir," said Bobbie, backing astern and shutting the door carefully after him.
"Now, sir," said Grant, "perhaps you'll finish your yarn."
"Oh, certainly."
CHAPTER XVIII.
ST. ELMO'S FIRE.
"I was saying," he went on, "when Mr. Robertson came in, that knowing the chief engineer's weakness, they chaffed him unmercifully.
"'Dalison,'[[1]] one would say, 'allow me to send you some liver?'
[[1]] Not the chief's real name.
"'No, thank 'ee,' gruffly from the chief, as he leant back in his chair and frowned.