“Not a cent’s worth if I can help it.”
“And quite right, sir,” said the lieutenant; “but I take it that you know this slaver skipper by sight?”
“Oh, yes, I know him, mister—quite as much as I want to.”
“And you know where he trades to?”
“West Injies.”
“No, no; I mean his place here.”
“Oh, you mean his barracks and sheds where the chief stores up all the black stuff for him to come and fetch away?”
“Yes, that’s it,” cried Murray excitedly.
“Have the goodness to let me conclude this important business, Mr Murray,” said the lieutenant coldly.
“I beg your pardon, sir,” said Murray, turning scarlet; “I was so excited.”