Master Jenkins shook his head forebodingly.
"I fear me she's full up, Bob."
"How does that happen?"
"But yesterday we sold four places on her—and she hath limited quarters for passengers."
Juggins threw me a humorous glance.
"I'll be bound 'tis Master Murray of New York she's to carry," he declared.
"Why, that's true," admitted Jenkins. "And some Frenchy, a friend o' his."
I forgot my role of 'prentice lad, and shoved myself across the table.
"Not de Veulle? The Chevalier de Veulle?" I challenged him.
Jenkins looked at me with mingled amusement and indignation.