"Anchor lifted!" growled Squire Sylvester. "What for?"
"Just to see it move, and have a little ride, I think."
"Have a little sail! Didn't you know, sir, it was exposing property to have a little sail?"
Here the squire silently levelled a stout red forefinger at this opprobrious wretch, this villain, this thief, this robber on the high seas, this--with what else did that finger mean to label David Fletcher?
"But the anchor was dropped again, and it was thought, sir, that it--that it would stop--"
"And the vessel did not stop! Might have guessed that, I should say. You got into deep water."
"We were going to hire the Leopard to tow it back, and any damages would have been paid. I am very sorry--"
"No apologies, young man. What's done is done. I have got a tug-boat to take the vessel back."
"And you don't want me?" here shouted the captain of the Leopard.
"Of course not," muttered the captain of the Panther, showing some white teeth in derision.