"You are fanciful, my dear," said old Jack.
"Perhaps; but there have been times when you have not made so light of my presentiments," said Emily.
As these words were spoken, the saloon door was opened and who should enter but Joe Basalt.
Now old Joe wore a face as long as a fiddle, and addressing Harkaway he requested a few words in private.
"Presently, Joe," said Harkaway.
The old tar twisted his hat round and waited.
"What, won't presently do for you?"
"I'd sooner out with it at once," said Joe.
"Well, out with it," said Harkaway.
"Before everyone, your honour?" Joe demanded.