"I? I don't understand."
"Yes, I stood there for awhile."
"Thought you was one of the men soldierin' on the job."
"I saw a boat put off."
"Yes," said Jarrow, as if neither the boat nor the fact that Trask had seen it was of any interest to him.
"What's up?" asked Trask.
Jarrow made no reply, but stepped off the forecastle head with a noise of wet, swishing oilskins, and fumbled for a minute. Then the lantern in the forestay bobbed down and up, and he came back to where Trask stood.
Presently the captain struck a match, and twisted his head to one side to light a cigar, his eyes peering at him over the flame.
"Didn't do much good to keep quiet so you could sleep," said Jarrow, grinning into the flame. Then he puffed hard at the cigar.