The fake armament of the raider frightens a Canadian barque into
submission.
Along came the Antonin on her way from Chile to France with a
load of saltpeter. Her skipper was a savage old salt.
In the fo'c'sle two fellows were sitting on a box, smoking their pipes. They were shirking work, just as I had shirked it. I wondered whether they would find anything strange in me, and walked up to them. One of them named Hein said:
"What's your name?"
"Phelax."
"I guess you have been ashore a long time."