It was now Knoulton’s turn to start.
“Richer!” he ejaculated.
The pirate nodded.
“Aye, lad,” he murmured. “Riches if I could only get outside these walls—if I could only regain my liberty. Ugh!”
“I don’t know what to make of you, and that is the truth,” said the young man. “You are a puzzle to everybody. You rich?”
“Certainly, if I could escape I should be so.”
“You are indeed most fortunate.”
This was said with a degree of bitter irony, which, while it conveyed a doubt of the truth of the assertion, told how highly Knoulton esteemed the gifts of fortune.
No. 62.
