“To get back to Watertown, of course.”
“See here, Tom.”
“Well.”
“I doubt if there’s a craft here going to Watertown.”
“Then we’ll wait for one,” responded Tom, gruffly. “You surely ain’t thinking of the Moose?”
“I am. Why not? We have friends aboard. There’s the boatswain.”
Tom shook his head persistently.
“It’s no use of talking, Will,” he said. “I daren’t trust myself in Captain Morris’ clutches again. He’d kill me, sure.”
“Nonsense. See here, Tom, the hatches are fastened down and the Moose probably sails to-night. It’s only a short voyage.”
“Well?”