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CHAPTER XX.
 The American liner, St. Louis, lay in the Empress Dock, at Southampton, taking aboard her passengers. All sorts and conditions of men flowed in an unceasing stream up the gangway.  
Leaning over the second-class railing, Jimmy Pitt and Mullins watched them thoughtfully.
 
Jimmy looked up at the Blue Peter that fluttered from the foremast, and then at Spike. The Bowery boy's face was and expressionless. He was smoking a short wooden pipe, with an air of detachment.
 
"Well, Spike," said Jimmy. "Your schooner's on the tide now, isn't it? Your vessel's at the . You've got some queer-looking fellow travellers. Don't miss the two Cinghalese sports, and the man in the turban and the breeches. I wonder if they're air-tight. Useful if he fell overboard."
 
"Sure," said Spike, directing a contemplative eye toward the garment in question. "He knows his business."
 
"I wonder what those men on the deck are writing. They've been away ever since we came here. Probably society journalists. We shall see in next week's Sphere: 'Among the second-class passengers we noticed Mr. "Spike" Mullins, looking as cheery as ever.' It's a pity you're so set on going, Spike. Why not change your mind, and stop?"
 
For a moment, Spike looked wistful. Then his resumed its
woodenness. "Dere ain't no use for me dis side, Mr. Chames," he said.
"New York's de spot. Youse don't want none of me, now you're married.
How's Miss Molly, Mr. Chames?"
"Splendid, Spike; thanks. We're going over to France by to-night's boat."
 
"It's been a queer business," said Jimmy, after a pause. "A deuced rum business. Well, I've come very well out of it, at any rate. It seems to me that you're the only one of us who doesn't end happily, Spike. I'm married. McEachern's into society so deep that it would take an party with to get him out of it. Molly. Well, Molly's made a bad bargain, but I hope she won't regret it. We're all going some, except you. You're going out on the old trail again—which begins in Third Avenue and ends in Sing Sing. Why tear yourself away, Spike?"
 
Spike concentrated his gaze on a weedy young in a blue , who was having his eye examined by the overworked doctor, and seemed to be resenting it.
 
"Dere's nuttin' doin' dis side, Mr. Chames," he said, at length. "I want to get busy."
 
"Ulysses Mullins!" said Jimmy, looking at him . "I know the feeling. There's only one cure, and I don't suppose you'll ever take it. You don't think a lot of women, do you? You're the bachelor.............
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