"Steps," answered the captain, laconically.
"Up from the dock?"
"Yep; a hundred and forty of 'em."
"Oh, how can grandmother climb all those?"
"Settin'-places all the way along," suggested the captain, cheerfully.
"Oh, you mean landing-places on the stair-way?"
"Yep; so folks can rest. I guess your grandma'll get up all right; but what about all your trunks and things?"
"Why I don't know," said Leicester, suddenly losing his air of capable importance.
"Well, there's old Hickox; you might get him."
"Where can we find Mr. Hickox?"