Captain Simms squinted at the lad.
"Who?"
"Yourself."
"Rush, you're a fine fellow. I like you," announced the skipper, with something approaching enthusiasm in his voice as he stepped forward and grasped the hands of his deck man in a grip of iron. Steve thought he had a pretty good grip himself, but his own was as nothing compared with that of the captain of the "Wanderer."
"I reported the accident from Detroit, and was ordered to proceed to destination if able. I haven't heard anything from headquarters yet. I shall hear something in the morning, as soon as our arrival here is reported."
"When do we unload?"
"They begin in about an hour."
"Then I must get into some old clothes and get ready for work."
"You need not go on duty to-night, unless you wish to."