“Oh, no, captain,” said Sir Humphrey; “we’re quite satisfied.”
“You take the rest from the sample you’ve seen?”
“Certainly,” replied Sir Humphrey.
“Then the next thing is to get your traps on board, sir—later on, as I said.”
“Exactly. We’ll go back ashore, and you can look at them, and then I suppose we may leave it to you.”
“Yes, gentlemen; I’ll give orders to my first mate, and he’ll have ’em brought aboard and stored in a compartment below that I’ve got partitioned off with bulkheads. There’s a hatch in the deck, and a way in as well from the cabins, so that you can get to the stores when you like.”
“What about the ammunition?”
“There’s a place below communicating with the compartment by a trap, sir. Come and see.”
The captain led the way into the dark store-like place, which proved to be eminently satisfactory, cut off as it was from the brig’s hold. Soon afterwards the brothers went ashore, congratulating themselves upon how capitally matters had turned out; and the first face they saw upon landing was that of the American, who was seated under a tree smoking an enormously long cigar and making the fumes of the tobacco hang round beneath the wide brim of his white Panama hat.
“Keeps the flies off,” he said, nodding to Brace. “Try one?”