"When'd you drop in, Tommy?" and I stopped, and stablack, and prettysoon I made him out. It was Julius R. Craney.

He certainly was sick. He exclaimed he had shipped with Rickhart from NewYork, to go to California and make his fortune, but thought now hewouldn't live so far. He had the scurvy and was low inside his mind, anddisappointed with fortune. I thought:

"If he took my money at Colon, he hasn't got it now." He was poorenough then. I guessed we'd have to call that off, and I says:

"The _Henrietta Allen_ it is. I'll go see the Windwards andGreenough."

Craney was a yellow-looking man at that time, and glad enough when Itold him I was going to bring him some fruit, and take passage toPanama, and look after him. Then I bargained with Rickhart for apassage for two.