"I am feeling so faint," said Mrs. Goodwyn-Sandys.
"Let me lead you up to the fresh air."
"No; go and open the tea."
"I am not going to open it."
"Do!"
"I won't. Here, Sam," he called to one of the minions, "put down that chisel and weigh the chest at once. You needn't open it. Come, don't stand staring, but look alive. I know what's inside. Are you satisfied?" he added, bending over her.
"It frightened me so," she answered, looking up with swimming eyes. "And I thought—I was planning it so nicely. Take me up on deck, please."
"Come, be careful o' that chest," said Captain Uriah T. Potter to the minions, as they moved it up to be weighed.
"Heaviest tea that iver I handled," groaned the first minion.
"All the more duty for you sharks. O' course it's heavy, being compressed: an' strong, too. Guess you don't oft'n get tea o' this strength in your country, anyway. Give a man two pinches o' Wapshott's best, properly cooked, an' I reckon it'll last him. You won't find him coming to complain."