"Yes, by marriage," and then Mrs. Clare told her tale of suffering, to which the captain's wife gave a willing ear.
"I must speak of this to my husband," said Mrs. Hadley. "I do not think he likes Mr. Polk very much."
On Saturday Randy was moving some baggage from one side of the lower deck to the other when Peter Polk came along. As luck would have it, some trunks were in the way, so that the purser could not pass.
"Look here, you blockhead, why don't you keep this gangway clear?" he roared to Randy.
"I am trying to clear it now," answered our hero, as calmly as he could.
"It ought to be kept clear always. Who ordered this stuff here, anyway?"
"Mr. Malloy."
"He had no business to do it."
"Why didn't I, I'd like to be after knowin'?" came in a voice from behind the purser, and the head deckhand appeared on the scene.
"Oh, so you're here, are you?" sneered Peter Polk.