"If that was what they were driving at, they needn't blame the fellows in the steerage for taking things into their own hands."
"I say, Wainwright, can't a fellow join the secret society?"
"That depends upon who the fellow is."
"One about my size."
"Yes, if the society will take him in."
"Will they take me in?"
"I don't know."
"I want to join."
"Because you want to be captain, or something of that sort," laughed the second purser. "I don't believe it would do you any good. Are you willing to vote for Cantwell for commodore next month?"