“If you please, Black Bart,” he began, “how are we headed, and what are our plans?”
“Our course on this river, Jean Lafitte, will box the compass, indeed box an entire box of compasses, for no river is more winding. Yet in time we shall reach its end, no doubt, since others have.”
“And what about our good ship, the Sea Rover, that we have left behind?”
“By Jove! Jean Lafitte,” I exclaimed, “that is, indeed, a true word. What, indeed? We left her riding at anchor just off the channel edge, and so far as I recall, she had not her lights up, in accordance with the law.”
“Shall we put about and take her in tow, Black Bart?”
“By no means. That is the very last of my intentions.”
“What’ll become of her, then?”
“That is no concern of mine.”
“But nobody’ll know whose she is, and nobody can tell what may happen to her——”
“Quite true. She may be stolen, or sunk. Why not?”