“Running; not killed. You see we never kill sheep at this season, for one would spoil before we three could eat it.”
“Humph! that’s bad again. But a slaughtered sheep wouldn’t spoil before we could eat it here on shipboard.”
“You shall have your choice of the flock to-morrow, captain.”
“Thank you; I will take it then. Have you chickens?”
“Yes, I am happy to say that we have chickens in our larder already prepared to cook.”
“Ahem! send me a pair for my supper by the boat when it returns; there’s a good fellow.”
“Certainly, captain. It was my intention to do so,” said Justin.
“And now I’ll not detain you, since I see you are in a hurry to be off,” said the captain.
And Justin bowed and left the cabin.
On deck he found Lieutenant Ethel waiting to see him on shore. And they entered the boat and were rowed back to the island.