“Of Saunderson-stooard?”
“No.”
“Or Crookes-quartermaster.”
“Never.”
“Nor yet of Ready—a passenger?”
“No.”
“It's no use goin' on,” said the captain folding up the paper.
“None whatever, sir,” said the mate
“Ready! Ready!” I repeated. “I do seem to have heard that name before. Won't you give me another chance?”
The paper was unfolded with a shrug.