The Third Officer: Percy F. WestermanTo the accompaniment of a pungent whiff of hot oil, a miniature cascade of coal dust and frozen snow, and the rasping sound of the derrick chain, the last of the cargo for No. 3 hold of the S. S. Donibristle bumped heavily upon the mountain of crates that almost filled the dark confined space. "Guess that's the lot, boss," observed the foreman stevedore. "Thanks be!" ejaculated Alwyn Burgoyne, third officer of the 6200 ton tramp, making a cryptic