"Well, 'nuff said then." Potts walked through the door and onto the deck. Then, stopping, he turned around, put his hand to one side of his face, and, in a loud whisper, added, "He'll 'ave ter leave the ship soon awer be frown in da old bill fer a stowaway. He ain't paid 'es passage an' we're only thirty minutes from castin' off." Potts returned about fifteen minutes later with the news that McCutcheon had indeed disembarked. I thanked him, handed him another $1 bill, and decided to take that stroll on deck that was interrupted by McCutcheon. I was standing on the promenade deck looking down at the pier when a carriage approached at a gallop, weaving its way between people, trunks, and other dockside appurtenances. I watched the carriage come to a halt a few feet before the gangway leadi
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