He hesitated.
“Yes?”
“Well, sir, if I might be so bold, what are your plans about the two ladies?”
“I have none which will effect your navigation of the boat, Peterson.”
The old man flushed a shade. “Excuse me, Mr. Harry. I know you’ll do nothing out of the way. But the old hen—I beg pardon——”
“You mean the revered aunt, Peterson.”
“Yes, sir, the revered aunt. Well, sir, the revered aunt, dash her!—--”
“Yes, dash her starry toplights, Peterson; and even if need be, shiver her timbers! Go on——”
“Why, she’s been tryin’ to pull off a weddin’ on this boat ever since we left Mackinaw.”
“Why not? You mean that Mr. Davidson and the revered aunt were getting on well?”