Chapter 19 I
TAKE THE STANDAnd now I come, with some hesitation, to the trial. Hesitation,
because I relied on McWhirter to keep a record. And McWhirter, from
his notes, appears to have been carried away at times by
excitement, and either jotted down rows of unintelligible words, or
waited until evening and made up his notes, like a woman's expense
account, from a memory never noticeable for accuracy.
At dawn, the morning after we anchored, Charlie Jones roused me,
grinning.
"Friend of yours over the rail, Leslie," he said. "Wants to take
you ashore!"
I knew no one in Philadelphia except the chap who had taken me
yachting once, and I felt pretty certain that he would not
associate Leslie the football player with Leslie the sailor on the
Ella. I went reluctantly to the rail, a
