“You hold your row. I know what I’m a-doing of.”
“Look here,” said the man, “I’m going a little farder, and I’ll fetch the money, and then if you like to take it we’ll trade. It’s more’n she’s worth, though, and you’d get my little boat in, as is as good a boat as ever swum.”
He pushed off and rowed away, while, as soon as he was out of sight, Dexter attacked his companion with vigour.
“We mustn’t sell her, Bob,” he said.
“Why not? She’s our’n now.”
“No, she isn’t; and we’ve promised to take her back.”
“Look here!” said Bob, “have you got any money?”
“No, but we shan’t want any as soon as we get to the island.”
“Yes, we shall, and a pound would be no end of good.”
“But we would have to give up our voyage.”