106 “COME DUCK SHOOTING WITH ME” 
in front and played at being engineer. The engineer’s 
duties are not at all arduous. 
‘This seafaring life is the life for me,”’ laughed Jimmy. 
‘This is fun and rowing is hard work. I once wanted 
to enlist in Uncle Sam’s Navy,” he added; ‘‘always 
thought I’d like to be an Admiral, but two years 
ago I met an old sailor and what do you think he told 
me?”’ 
“I’m sure I don’t know,’’ I answered. 
“Well, sir, would you believe it, he told me an Ad- 
miral had his own suite of rooms, his own dining room, 
even his own waiters, and no one can speak to an Ad- 
miral on board ship unless the Admiral speaks to him 
first; what do you think of that?” 
“‘It does not sound very sociable,’”’ I said. 
“‘T should say it didn’t,”’ said Jimmy. ‘‘My friend 
was a bo’sun’s mate. He always had the bo’sun to talk 
toany way. Hesaid they had rowing matches, caught 
sharks, and such as that and had lots of fun. Every- 
body spoke to each other in the crowd he was with. I 
guess a bo’sun’s mate has a better time than the Admiral, 
but I don’t believe he draws down quite as much coin 
every month.” 
I took my hand off the lever and the boat stopped. 
‘‘Let’s get our bearings,’’ I said, ‘‘and decide where to 
shoot to-day. Just exactly where are we?”’ 
“We're about half a mile south of the Dinkelspeil 
sink box or about four miles from the shack,’ answered 
Jimmy. ‘‘Jack, the head guide, said there was a sink 
box around here somewhere.’’ Jimmy stood up on my 
high seat, took my field-glasses, and looked around. 
‘“There’s the sink box,”’ he said; ‘‘we are quite a ways 
east of it. Start up your engine and we’ll be there in 
three minutes.’’ It wasn’t more than three when I 
