"Well?" suggested the captain inquiringly, and with an enchanting smile.
"I've read a book or two about sea life and ships, and all that. Outside of that I ain't posted."
"I see. Did you bring any kit along?"
"What's that, sir?"
"Outfit, clothes, baggage, you know."
"I've got a bundle of clothes down at the car shed."
"Ah—yes." The captain reflected a moment.
"My boatswain is to be here at eleven sharp. I guess you had better go aboard with him."
"Go where, sir?"
"Down to the ship. We call it going aboard, you see," and once more Captain Gary smiled with almost infantile amiability. "Been to breakfast? Yes? Well, then, suppose you take a stroll about and see the town. Don't get lost, and be sure and be back by eleven. My room is forty nine; can you recollect that?"