For a moment the two stood at the foot of the ladder in talk. Then the girl disappeared into the loft.
As Silver turned away he was whistling.
Monkey Brand, who was standing in the stable-door near by, lantern in hand, preparatory to taking up his watch in the young horse's box, coughed.
Silver turned and saw him.
"Good-night," he said.
"Yes, sir," said the little man, gazing up at the moon. "There is some good in him after all. Some good in us all, I s'poses."
Jim Silver approached him. He knew the little man well enough by now to know that he was always most round-about in his methods when he had something of importance to convey.
"In who?" he asked.
Monkey looked surprised and somewhat resentful.
"Why, Mr. Joses, o' cos."