“Aye, sir; we’ll be outside by ten o’clock.”
“And what will you take the three of us for?”
“Were you going by the steamer?”
“Yes.”
“Then I’ll do it for just what the steamer has to allow you for your tickets—or, in other words, I’ll take your tickets for the trip.”
“That is certainly very fair. Are you sure you can dispose of the tickets?”
“Oh, a captain always can. An ordinary passenger might have trouble, but we never do. Just give me your tickets, and I’ll give you passes on my vessel for the trip.”
“Well, I guess”—began Mr. Whyland.
“How long will it take you to reach San Francisco?” put in Oliver.
“About twenty days, if we have favorable weather.”