“That he is, sir, and so is his schooner.”
“Yes, Mr Anderson. Now, then, let’s go back to those charts, and we’ll then make right for the plantations. I begin to think that we shall do some business now.”
Chapter Eighteen.
Rather Fishy.
“What!” said the first lieutenant sharply. “Now, look here, Mr Roberts—and you too, Mr Murray, for you are just as bad. You both give yourselves airs, and though you say nothing you are always showing off, trying to impress the men with the idea that you are men grown.”
“I beg your pardon, sir—” began Roberts.
“Now, don’t deny it, sir. I know it for a fact. Do you think that I can’t read you through and through—you in particular, Mr Roberts, for you are far the worst. Not that you have much to boast about, Mr Murray.”
“I am very sorry, sir,” said the latter. “No, you are not, sir,” said the chief officer abruptly. “Let’s have deeds, not words. If you were really sorry that you had been playing the imitative monkey you would pitch the antics overboard.”