The mate looked to Brander. His attitude toward Faith had been deferential; toward Brander he assumed unconsciously the terrorizing frown which he was accustomed to turn upon the men. "What do you want?" he challenged.
Brander said pleasantly: "To ship with you."
"What are you doing here?"
"I was third mate on the Thomas Morgan," said Brander.
"Cap'n Marks?" Mr. Ham asked.
"We've no use for any o' Marks's mates aboard the Sally."
Brander smiled. "I wasn't thinking of shipping as mate. Can you use a hand?"
"Where's the Thomas Morgan?"
"On th' Solander Grounds, likely."