"Then this must be the ship. Where shall I stow this chest? I've got tired of bringing it on my back."
"You'd better go and speak to the mate about it. There he stands. Mayhap that's the boy the kit belongs to."
The porter walked forward.
"Does this belong to you?" he asked, laying down the chest.
"Yes."
"Then it wasn't for a boy?"
"Yes," answered the mate, carelessly. "It is for a nephew of mine who is going with us this voyage."
"Is that the young gentleman?" asked the porter, pointing to Charlie.
"He thinks you're my nephew," said Randall, smiling. "A good joke, isn't it?"
"This young gentleman is only looking about the ship a little," he answered. "He don't think he should fancy going to sea."