particularly struck me. I was not to be out-done.

“Have a cigarette?” I said.

“Thanks.”

“Do you happen to know what all this business is?” I asked him.

“It’s a collision,” he said. “We were struck on the port paddle-box. That saved us for the moment.”

“How did it occur?”

“Don’t know.”

“And where’s the ship that struck us?”

“Oh, somewhere over there — two or three miles away.” He pointed vaguely to the northeast. “You see, half the paddle-wheel was knocked off, and when that sank, of course the port side rose out of the water. I believe those paddle-wheels weigh a deuce of a lot.”