He handed Patsy a slip of paper, on which he had written some words, and went back to his companions.
Looking at it, Patsy saw it was an order to the chief steward to put him to work.
Hailing the man Jansen, Patsy prepared to leave, but Jansen followed him out to say:
“I’d give an old button to know your game. But I’ll wait to hear the story until I meet you again.”
Patsy went off with a laugh, and to bed.
The next morning, promptly at nine, he reported on the Derelict, and was promptly set at work.
He was heartily sick of his job before the day was over, for it was hard work he was at, with nothing occurring to relieve the monotony.
About six o’clock in the evening the man he had seen the night before waiting for Masson in front of the club house came aboard.
Patsy soon learned that he was the sailing-master and he had not been on board long before there were orders to pull up and steam down the river.
The yacht was taken around Governor’s Island, into Gowanus Bay, and brought to anchor not far from, but out of the track of boats of, the Thirty-ninth Street Ferry.