“You, Pete. I was thinking.”
“What about, zir?”
“About this place. If we land we must go to some house for food; and when we two half-naked, miserable, starved wretches have obtained what we want we shall be asked to pay.”
“My word!” gasped Pete, ceasing to row. “I never thought of that. And we aren’t got any money.”
“Not a coin.”
“And they’d want it here just the same as they would at home, though it is a foreign country?”
“Of course.”
“Then I tell you what, Master Nic,” said Pete after a long pause; “we must go straight to zomebody and tell ’em how we’ve been zarved, and ask him to help us.”
“We should have to tell them everything, Pete.”
“Of course, zir; downright honest.”