“You’re chief engineer of the Kingston!” he roared. “And after we give the old ship a lick of paint I’ll be loading a cargo of rugs and olive-oil for Liverpool! When we get there we’ll see what Molly says!”
McGovern sighed.
“She’ll say, sir,” he prophesied morosely, “‘The Skipper knows best!’”
Transcriber’s Note: This story appeared in the December 10, 1928 issue of Short Stories magazine.