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“ The captain nodded, and, with the brief information that the steward's name was Sudo, and that he might need a kick or two to stir him up, he passed on.
“Sounds Japanese,” Darrell remarked, as they sought the cabin.
“Humph! You don't think——”
“Oh, no. Nine vessels out of ten have Jap or chink stewards. Still, it behooves us to be doubly careful about giving ourselves away.”
Sudo proved to be an inoffensive-looking little Jap with the sallow, impassive face of his kind. They found him arrayed in a fresh white jacket, and engaged in tidying up the already extremely neat mess cabin. ”

“ Darrell returned quickly. “There are lots of vessels a heap worse than the Golden Horn. However, I don't know that it'll make any difference to us, since were not likely to have any dealings with them. Here comes our esteemed captain, looking as if he meant business.”
“Back again, eh?” remarked Captain Coffin, as he paused for an instant beside them. “You're just in time, for we'll warp out in fifteen minutes. If you'll step into the mess room, you'll find the steward somewhere about, and he'll show you your cabin. ”

“ Are you quite sure he's on board as a passenger?”
“Fact!” stated Carmen, with an airy wave of his cigarette. “Extraordinary, but true. He has a cabin next to mine. I couldn't quite credit his own statement, so I asked the captain.”
“You've been talking to him, then?” Darrell put in quietly.
“Oh, yes. Once you recover from the first shock, there's something actually fascinating about him. He's so incredibly, repulsively hideous that one finds an unhealthy sort of interest in just watching him. ”

“ Since the outbreak of trouble, it's become mighty dangerous and difficult to smuggle arms to the Mexicans, but I happen to know that the attempts have not stopped by a long shot. On the other hand, if there was anything like that in the wind the old man would certainly never have been so ready to take passengers. ”