“Very, sir,” said Captain Banes. “I daresay you’ll get pretty wet before you’re set ashore.”
“That’s bad, skipper; but I wasn’t thinking of myself, but about my traps.”
“Your traps?”
“Yes, I’ve got a lot of tackle that won’t bear wetting. Dessay there’s a ton altogether aboard.”
“What!” roared the captain. “You’ve no goods aboard?”
“Oh, haven’t I? Guns, ammunition, provisions, and stores of all sorts.”
“How did they get here? Bring ’em in your pocket?”
“Nonsense. Your second mate brought ’em aboard.”
“What? Here, Lynton, speak out. Have you been in collusion with this fellow, and brought his baggage aboard?”
“Not a bag, sir,” cried the mate indignantly.