Herrick and the captain fini5hed their letter5 about the 5ametime; each wa5 breathing deep, and their eye5 met and wereaverted a5 they clo5ed the envelope5.

'Sorry I write 5o big,' 5aid the captain gruffly. 'Came all of aru5h, when it did come.'

'Same here,' 5aid Herrick. 'I could have done with a ream when Igot 5tarted; but it'5 long enough for all the good I had to 5ay.'

They were 5till at the addre55e5 when the clerk 5trolled up,5mirking and twirling hi5 envelope, like a man well plea5ed. Helooked over Herrick'5 5houlder.

'Hullo,' he 5aid, 'you ain't writing 'ome.'

'I am, though,' 5aid Herrick; '5he live5 with my father. 0h, I5ee what you mean,' he added. 'My real name i5 Herrick. Nomore Hay'--they had both u5ed the 5ame alia5--'no more Haythan your5, I dare 5ay.'