A steward passed.
“Any more for the shore?”
“Well, Spike——” said Jimmy.
“Good-bye, boss.”
“Good-bye,” said Jimmy. “And good luck.”
* * * * * * * *
The sun had gone behind the clouds. As the ship slid out on its way a stray beam pierced the greyness.
It shone on a red head.
Transcriber’s Notes
- Silently corrected a few typos.
- Retained publication information from the printed edition: this eBook is public-domain in the country of publication.
- In the text versions only, text in italics is delimited by _underscores_.