When the morning came I took young Storm's arm
and walked two or three turns up and down the deck but all the while I could not get up courage enough to speak with him in relation to gambling. When he left me I again thought over the matter. I concluded to go into the smoking- room myself sit down beside him see him lose some money and use that fact as a test for my coming discourse on the evils of gambling. After luncheon I strolled into the smoking-room and there sat this dark-faced man with his half-closed eyes opposite young Storm while two others made up the four-handed game of poker.