"We ha' been making up the subscriptions for the Baltic Fleet," yawned the burly man.
"And how are sailings to the Western Plantations?"
"Ameriky?"
"Aye, New York province."
"From Bristol?"
Master Juggins hesitated, then shook his head.
"No, I must have an early passage," he decided. "'Twould take too long to ride thither."
The burly man consulted his record-book.
"We ha' the ship New Venture, Abbot, master, sailing from Greenwich the end of the week—say, Saturday post meridian. What's your cargo?"
"'Tis not cargo, but a man I would send on her."