“Of course!”
“Why—but—but you'll catch your death of cold.”
Wilbur stared at Ridgeway, then nodded helplessly, and, scratching his head, said, half aloud:
“No, what's the use; I can't make 'em understand. Good-night I'll see you in the morning.”
“We'll all come out and visit you on your yacht,” Ridgeway called after him; but Wilbur did not hear.
In answer to Wilbur's whistle, Jim came in with the dory and took him off to the schooner. Moran met him as he came over the side.
“I took the watch myself to-night and let the boy turn in,” she said. “How is it ashore, mate?”
“We've come back to the world of little things, Moran,” said Wilbur. “But we'll pull out of here in the morning and get back to the places where things are real.”
“And that's a good hearing, mate.”
“Let's get up here on the quarterdeck,” added Wilbur. “I've something to propose to you.”