"Oh, I think not," said the captain. "Of course, on the boundary where we were, there was always more or less trouble with border ruffians, sometimes on one side of the line and sometimes on the other. There is a possibility always that complications may arise from that sort of thing. Our officers might go over into the Mexican territory and seize a desperado there, or they might come over into ours. Still, I don't think anything will happen to bring on a war such as we had once or twice with Mexico."
At this moment I was appalled to hear Glendenning's voice ring out above the noise of the vibration of the vessel.
"What do you mean by that, you scoundrel?" he said.
"Hallo," exclaimed the captain, "there seems to be a row back there. I wonder what it is?"
"Oh, nothing serious, I imagine. Probably some steerage passengers have come on the cabin deck. I heard them having a row with someone to-day on that score. Let's walk away from it."
The captain took my arm, and we strolled along the deck while he gave me a great deal of valuable information about Mexico and the state of things along the border line, which I regret to say I can not remember a word of. The impressions of a
