“Yes, my lad, if we can.”
“Then that means prize-money.”
“Why, Burnett, are you as avaricious as that?”
“No, sir; no, sir; I was thinking about the men.”
“Oh, that’s right. But don’t count your chickens before they are hatched.”
“No, sir.”
“We mayn’t be able to board that vessel, and if we do, possibly it isn’t the one we want. It’s fifty to one it isn’t. Or it may be anything—some trading brig or another going down south.”
“Of course, sir. There are so many that pass.”
“At the same time it may be the one we want.”
“Yes, sir.”