In a short time we were alongside. We clambered up a long hanging ladder amidships, and then over the rail to the main-deck.
As we did so a venerable, white-haired old fellow stepped out of the cabin door and greeted us.
Henry took off his cap and bowed with uncommon civility.
“Captain Watkins, allow me to make known Mr.--Mr.--”
“Heywood,” I suggested.
“Mr. Heywood,” continued Henry. “He is the best mate in Havre, an’ is just off the American ship Washington. I knowed you wanted a good mate, so I brought you the best in town.”
The old fellow held out his hand gravely, and said how glad he was to make my acquaintance.
“I am just looking for a good navigator, and if you’ll come at my terms, I’ll reckon we’ll deal.”
I suggested that the terms be made known.
“Well, I reckon on thirty pound a month is all I allow just now. Will you consider that?”