He cocked his head on one side.
"Exploits? Yesterday? Meanin' the disposition of yourself? We-ell, no, sir; not reg'larly, I'd say, Ezra."
"Not by a capful o' onzas," agreed Pew.
"I'm no man for makin' trouble," continued Silver, "but there's them as might say the captain was a mite rash."
"Why don't you call him by his name?"
Silver gave me an odd look.
"There's some names as is better off unmentioned in conversation," he said. "We'll call him the captain, wi' your kind leave and permission, sir."
"Call him what you please," I answered; "but I should think it was insanity for men with your reputations to venture into New York. Why, the second mate of that Bristol packet had seen Captain Murray, and would have known him."
"Ah!" said Silver, grinning. "But he didn't see the captain, which is more to the point, my master; nor he wouldn't have had the chance to see him in any case. 'Cause why? 'Cause the captain come ashore most careful in the dusk wi' his cloak around his face and three stout hearties to fend off inquisitive strangers."
"But the rest of you——"