"No, sir; never even heard of them."
"There are two of them out there now; but the third of them came back to New York, and owns two thirds of the bark I sail in. I own the other third. John Ashborn calls himself a Michigan man because the family is out there, and named the bark after the state."
"The Michigan?"
"Yes; and she's a good vessel."
"Where do you go?"
"We are bound to Palermo."
"Palermo!" I exclaimed. "I wish I was going there with you."
"I wish you were. We are to have three or four passengers," added the captain. "I rather like you, from what I have seen of you."
"But I should like to go as a sailor."
"A sailor! You, with your good clothes?"