To some of the
sailors it was a novelty, and the magician's tricks actually inspired
some with the feeling that he was possessed of supernatural powers.
"Will you lend me your hat, Mr. Clinton?" he asked presently, of the
dude.
"Certainly, professor," drawled the young man.
The professor took it, and tapped it.
"Are you sure there is nothing in it?" he asked.
"I am sure of it. Really, I don't carry things in my hat, don't you
know."
"What do you say to this, then?" and Professor Hemenway drew out of
the hat half a dozen onions, a couple of potatoes, and a ship biscuit.
"My dear sir, I think you are mistaken," he said. "I see you carry
your lunch in your hat."
All present laughed at the horrified face of the dude.
"On my honor, I don't know how those horrid things came in my hat," he
stammered.
"Are you fond of onions, Mr. Clinton?" asked Harry.
"I wouldn't eat one for--for a new suit of clothes!" protested
Clinton, earnestly.
"Allow me to return your hat, Mr. Clinton," said the professor,
politely. "I suppose you want the vegetables too. Here are the onions,
and the rest."
"They are not mine, on my honor," said Clinton, very much embarrassed.
"Here, my good man, can you make use of these?"
The sailor whom he addressed accepted the gift with a grin.
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