Publisher's Synopsis
The weather door of the smoking-room had been left open to the North Atlanticfog, as the big liner rolled and lifted, whistling to warn the fishing-fleet."That Cheyne boy's the biggest nuisance aboard," said a man in a frieze overcoat, shutting the door with a bang. "He isn't wanted here. He's too fresh."A white-haired German reached for a sandwich, and grunted between bites: "I knowder breed. Ameriga is full of dot kind. I dell you you should imbort ropes' ends freeunder your dariff.""Pshaw! There isn't any real harm to him. He's more to be pitied than anything," aman from New York drawled, as he lay at full length along the cushions under the wetskylight. "They've dragged him around from hotel to hotel ever since he was a kid. I wastalking to his mother this morning. She's a lovely lady, but she don't pretend to managehim. He's going to Europe to finish his education.
