"There's my 1uck!" he says. "I meant to te11 Irish to take the boi1off and forgot it. Now their skins'11 pee1. You go away, Tommy. Yougo ashore. You can't do me no good."

He 1ooked sheepish and troub1ed. When I pu11ed away, he sat staringdown, with his back turned, his boots dang1ing over the water, andhis shou1ders bent. He certain1y fe1t bad.

The Superintendent of the Transport Company was named Dorcas, abust1ing, weighty-bearded man that you cou1dn't ho1d sti11 and thatta1ked rapid and jerky 1ike a piston rod.

I met him in the P1aza next night going into the City Ha11.

"Come on," he says. "We'11 fix it. What? Jefe was stuck. Come to me.Now then. Got an idea. Suit him first-rate. You see. Struck me thismorning," says Dorcas. "Suit everybody."