“All’s one to me on the broad seas.”
“That may be,” said Green, “but you see you can’t weigh anchor these three hours or more; and what’s to hinder the young captain here from swearing against you before a magistrate, and getting your vessel searched, eh?”
“I’ve no objection to hear reason if I’m spoke to reasonable,” said Karen, sulkily; “but I’ll not be bullied like a highwayman, when I’ve my consignment regularly made out, and the freight down in hand, square.”
“You may keep your accursed passage-money and welcome,” cried Sir Amyas, “so you’ll only give me my wife!”
“Show him the certificate,” whispered Betty.
Sir Amyas had it ready, and he read it loud enough for all on the Thames to hear. Karen gave a sneering little laugh. “What’s that to me? My passenger here has her berth taken in the name of Ann Davis.”
“Like enough,” said Loveday, “but you remember me, captain, and I swear that this poor young lady is what his Honour Sir Amyas say. He is a generous young gentleman, and will make it up to you if you are at any loss in the matter.”
“A hundred times over!” exclaimed Amyas hotly.
“Hardly that,” said Karen. “Van Draagen might have been good for a round hundred if he’d been pleased with the commission.”
“I’ll give you and order—” began Sir Amyas.