THE STEAM-SHOVEL MAN
"That will do for you," was Walter's laughing comment. "Please let mother and father have the floor."
"It sounds fantastic, but" doubtfully began Mr. Goodwin.
"But it is utterly out of the question," his wife emphatically concluded. "Why, this working his way in a ship sounds dreadfully rough and dangerous. The captain may intend to kidnap him. What is it they do to sailors, Horatio? Something horrid and Chinese—shanghai or hong-kong them, or whatever it is."
Not in the least perturbed by this harrowing suggestion, Eleanor excitedly announced:
"I have seven dollars of my own saved up, Walt. I was planning to take a correspondence course in the art of writing perfectly good poetry, but I'd rather invest it in you. We women must arm our heroes for the fray."
"I am afraid I could not give you the funds you would need," soberly observed Mr. Goodwin. "You must not find yourself adrift in a strange land."
Walter walked across the room, a fine, ath-
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