"Yes, ma'am," said the boy.
"How am I to get there, then? Well? Answer!"
"I got a man who'll take you."
"Where is he?"
"Down that way," replied the boy, nodding his head toward the end of the wharf.
"A reliable man?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"You know him?"
"No, ma'am."
Miss Chalmers stamped her foot again.