“Where from?”
“London Dock. I fixed up my passage this morning for ten pounds. I am cook's assistant, signed on.”
Aaron looked at him with a little admiration.
“You can take a sudden jump, can't you?” he said.
“The difficulty is to refrain from jumping: overboard or anywhere.”
Aaron smoked his pipe slowly.
“And what good will Malta do you?” he asked, envious.
“Heaven knows. I shall cross to Syracuse, and move up Italy.”
“Sounds as if you were a millionaire.”
“I've got thirty-five pounds in all the world. But something will come along.”