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“Gee! If you could get me a job, Roy, I’d be grateful to you to my dying day. I don’t care what it is. I’d take anything, so it was a job. Later on I could perhaps find just the sort of job I want. And you needn’t be afraid to recommend me, Roy. I’d make good.”

“Of course you would. There isn’t any question about that. And anyway, I wouldn’t want to get a fellow a job if I thought he wouldn’t make good.”

Just then the door of the wireless house opened, and a grinning, white-headed, old darky thrust his head through the doorway. “De puhsuh’s compliments, Mr. Mercer, and he say could you help him a bit he’d be ’bliged to you.”

“Tell the purser I’ll be with him in a moment. And hold on, Sam. Just step in here. I want you to know my old friend, Mr. Brown. We went to school together and have been friends all our lives. Willie is going to make the next trip with us, Sam, and there isn’t anything on this boat too good for him. Do you understand?”

“’Deed I does, Mr. Mercer. ’Deed I does, suh. It’s a pleasure to do anything for a friend of yours, Mr. Mercer.” And the grinning darky advanced and shook Willie’s proffered hand with seeming pleasure.