"Open my trunk, sir!" I exclaimed, amazed at this requirement.
"Open it!" he added, sternly. "We look into every man's kit, to see that he has no liquor concealed there."
I thought this was a reasonable requirement, after this explanation, and I opened the trunk. The mate tumbled over my things very rudely. I had tied up the relics of my childhood in little bundles, so that he did not see their contents, and he only tossed them on the deck. He picked up the bag which had contained my gold.
"What's this for?" he demanded.
"I had my money in it, sir."
"Where's your money now?"
"I lost it, sir."
"Lost it!"
"It was stolen from me, sir."
"Was it? Well, I hope you may find it again—that's all," chuckled he.