“I thank you, I should like very much to go on board in person and invite your captain to visit us here. But are you sure it will be convenient for you to carry me?”
“Convenient for me to carry you? Why, certainly. And not only convenient, but delightful. And not only you, but you all. Will Miss Conyers honor us by making one of the party?” said the young sailor, turning toward Britomarte.
“Will you, Miss Conyers?” inquired Justin.
“Thanks! no, I think not this morning. Some other time,” answered the young lady.
So, with a courteous bow, the young lieutenant lifted his cap and left the house, accompanied by Justin.
They walked down the beach, where they found the boat waiting. The young officer motioned Justin to precede him, and then followed him into it.
And the oarsmen took their oars, pushed off from the land, and struck out for the ship.
Five minutes of rapid rowing brought them alongside.
The captain stood on deck waiting to receive the stranger.
The young lieutenant stepped on board, accompanied by Justin, saluted his superior officer, and then presented his companion.