The word "Shanghai" fetched Gawthrop clean out of his dream.
It hit him fair and square, and though it half-stunned him, it woke him, all the same.
"Where am I?"
"In the Hampshire and at sea," said all hands eagerly. They saw what had happened quicker than he did. For reasons which he did not yet understand they believed him a seaman, but they saw he had been shipped against his will.
"D'ye think it was Shanghai Smith as done it?"
"Ah," said Gawthrop. "Why, where's Hunt?"
"D'ye mean your mate as come aboard wid you?" asked Tom. "There 'e is, 'ard and fast asleep. Wake 'im up, chaps: I say, 'ere's a game."
Gawthrop put a leg out and dropped on deck just as Tom got Hunt by the hair and gave it a yank that nearly raised his scalp, but did not wake him.
"Is this 'im?"
In the half-light Gawthrop saw a face which was the colour of dark mahogany, and did not recognise his rival.