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were a stowaway. Told him you had just joined
and had gone straight on duty." He walked along with me
and pointed out that my cabin was just across the alley
from his. "Call when you are ready," he said, "and we will
go for dinner."
I had had to have the uniforms altered to fit me. Now as
I stood dressed as a Merchant Marine Officer I wondered
what my Guide the Lama Mingyar Dondup would say if
he could see me. It made me chuckle to think what a sensa-
tion I would be in Lhasa if I appeared there dressed thus.
Calling for the Second Engineer, we walked together back
to the Officers' Mess for dinner. The Captain, already at
his table, gave us a scowling glance from beneath his bushy
eyebrows.
"Faugh!" said the Second Engineer, when the first
course was placed before him. "Same old pig-swill, don t
you ever get a change round here?"
"Mister!" The Captain's voice nearly lifted us from our
seats. "Mister! You are always complaining, you should
change to another ship when we get to New York."
Somebody started to snigger, a snigger which changed
to an embarrassed cough as the Captain looked angrily in
his direction. The rest of the meal was in silence until the
Captain, finished before us, left. "Hell ship," said one
officer. "The Old Man was a Jimmy-the-One (First Mate)
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