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Jonathan Y. Dart
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What is it? Westerns? Sex ?"
Smilingly I passed the book to him. "Marine engines,"
I said. "More interesting to me than Westerns-or Sex!"
He grunted approvingly as he glanced through the book
before passing it back to me. "Guid fer ye, Laddie," he
said. "We'll make an engineer of ye yet, and ye'll soon be
a Chief yer'sel if ye stick to that." Pushing his battered old
pipe back in his mouth, he nodded amiably to me and said,
"Ye can take over now, Laddie."
The ship was abustle. "Captain's Inspection, Third,"
whispered the Second. "He's a crazy guy, thinks he's on a
liner, inspects the whole ship-cabins and all-every trip."
I stood beside my bunk as the Captain entered, followed
by the First Mate and the Purser. "Hum," muttered the
Great Man as he glanced disdainfully around. "No pin-
ups?" he said. "I thought all Americans were leg-crazy!"
He glanced at my engineering books, and a cynical smile
played round his mouth. "Is there a novel inside that
technical cover?" he asked. Without a word I stepped
forward and opened every book at random. The Captain
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rubbed a finger here and there, on a rail, beneath the bunk,
and on top of the door ledge. Looking at his still clean
fingertips, he nodded in disappointment and stalked out.
The Second smiled knowingly, "You got him that time,
he's a nosey-!"
There was an air of tense expectancy. Men were getting
out their shore-going togs, cleaning themselves up, trying
to decide how to get their parcels through Customs. Men
were talking of their families, of their girl-friends. All