and the other man dropped his head and appeared to sleep. Then Darkey dozed a little and heard in his waking sleep the heavy, crunching tread of an approaching park-keeper; he started up to warn his companion, but thought better of it, and closed his eyes again.
"Now then, there," the park-keeper shouted to the man with the sailor hat, "get up! This ain't a fourpenny doss, you know. No lying down." A rough shake accompanied the words, and the man sat up.
"All right, my friend." The keeper, who was a good-humoured man, passed on without further objurgation.
The face of the younger man had grown whiter.
"Look here, Darkey," he said, "I believe I'm done for." "Never say die."
"No, just die without speaking." His head fell forward and his eyes closed.
"At any rate, this is better than some deaths I've seen," he began again with a strange accession of liveliness. "Darkey, did I tell you the story of the five Japanese girls?"
"What, in Suez Bay?" said Darkey, who had heard many sea stories during the last two days, and recollected them but hazily.
"No, man. This was at Nagasaki. We were taking in a cargo of coal for Hong Kong. Hundreds of little Jap girls pass the coal from hand to hand over the ship's side in tiny baskets that hold about a plateful. In that way you can get 3000 tons aboard in two days."
"Talking of platefuls reminds me of sausage and mash," said Darkey.
"Don't interrupt. Well, five of these gay little dolls wanted to go to Hong Kong, and they arranged with the Chinese sailors to stow away; I believe their friends paid those cold-blooded
