"Fifteen hundred drachma a month for that, and he says he lose money on the job."
Mr. Spokesly was looking down at the floor, flicking the ash from a cigarette, and he did not see the sudden wide-open stare Dainopoulos fixed upon him, as though beholding him in a new aspect.
"Why, think of it. Here you are, without a ship!" he exclaimed.
"No doubt about that," muttered Mr. Spokesly.
"Well, why not make a trip for me? This ship she's not very beeg, but she's going down to the Islands for the Government, you understand."
"For the Government? A transport?"
"One trip. After that I'll have something else much better for you. Yes, much better."
"What, go mate with this Captain Rannie?"
"One trip," said Mr. Dainopoulos, holding up his forefinger. "I can fix you for four hundred drachma a month."
"You said something, first time I came ashore, about a skipper's job," said Mr. Spokesly.