LOST ISLAND
Barnes continued to bustle, making perhaps a trifle more noise than was absolutely necessary with his pans, and glancing occasionally in the direction of his youthful assistant. At last he coughed awkwardly.
"What's worryin' you, Dave?" he asked, puffing out his red cheeks. He liked the boy more than he was aware of, and took a fatherly pride in giving him advice.
"Oh, only this, I 've decided to leave the ship when we get to Auckland."
Barnes stared and blinked his queer-looking eyes.
"Pity to do that," he said. "By rights you ought to take the ship with you. Is n't the steam heat to your satisfaction, or is it 'cos you have n't got a private bath-room?"
Dave knew Barnes well enough by now to ignore his sarcasm.
"I 'll be real sorry to go and leave you, Mr. Barnes," the lad went on, "but Mr. Quick has
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