“Yes?” said Brace, for his companion stopped short.
“What did Sir Humphrey say to my ideas about the golden city?”
“Nothing whatever.”
“Nothing?”
“Not a word, for he did not know.”
“Didn’t you tell him?”
“Of course not. Didn’t you say that your words were in confidence?”
“Yes,” said Briscoe, with a grunt, “but I didn’t mean to include him. He wouldn’t try to argue the case again, would he, and want to have me set ashore here?”
“Certainly not. He would say that you had a perfect right to indulge in such dreams. He would not interfere.”
“Not if I was to begin prospecting?”