“And is it me? They wouldn’t ask me.”
Just at the same time a conversation was going on in the fore-part of the vessel, where the captain had been standing for some time with Bart.
“Nay, nay, my lad,” the latter whispered; “not this time.”
“Have you got all ready?”
“Ay. Just as you said.”
“Then, an hour after sundown, we’ll go.”
Bart tightened up his lips and looked more obstinate than he had ever before looked in his life.
“What is it?” said the captain, sharply.
“I was a-thinking,” said Bart, shortly.
“Well—of what?”