“Who’s that boy you’ve got on board there?”
Wing looked troubled, and glanced first at Stan and then at the speaker.
“Well, sir, why don’t you answer?” continued the manager.
“Young Lynn. Come ’long flom Hai-Hai.”
“Oh!” said the manager gruffly. “Whose son is he—Mr Oliver’s or Mr Jeffrey’s? Oh, I remember; Mr Jeffrey isn’t married.” Then turning his eyes full upon Stan with a searching stare, he said shortly, “How do? Here! you’d better come ashore.”
Chapter Five.
“He’s a Regular Brick.”
“This is pleasant!” thought Stan as he stepped on to the gangway. “If this man is our servant he oughtn’t to speak to me like that. Here! I shall have a to go back by the next boat. Father and Uncle Jeff don’t want me to be treated like this.”