“It was him gave me the chart,” says Mr. House.
“Where did you get that chart,” says Mr. Robbins.
“On the Albatross,” says Catty.
“Anybody tell you to give it to us?”
“No.”
“Hear any talk about us aboard your boat?”
“None to speak of,” says Catty.
“We kind of thought you were following us—the way you’ve stuck to us,” says Mr. House, and I was just going to say the shoe was on the other foot, when Catty gouged me with his elbow, and I said “Ourrumph” and then shut up.
“No,” says Catty, “we aren’t following anybody. We’re just cruising around looking for fish and things.”
“About that map,” says Mr. Robbins, “the chart you gave us?”