“Yes, we had enough darkness and cold to last some time.”
Steve went out on deck, and found Watty right in the bows bribing Skene to sit up with scraps of meat brought from the galley; but he ceased and looked shyly at the boy as he advanced.
“Well, Watty,” cried Steve, “we shall soon be home again now, all alive and well.”
“Ay, she’ll sune pe seeing Glasgie, and her puir auld mither ance again.”
“How should you like to go up north once more?”
Watty shook his shock head.
“The pear’s grease is peautiful, Meester Stevey, and she ton’t mind the chilplains after a pit; but it’s a’ tat tairkness mak’s her hairt sair. Hey, but it’s a waefu’ place.”
“Then you wouldn’t care to go again?”
“Na,” said Watty; “put if she ganged there acain to fetch the ither ship she’d gang wi’ her.”
“You would, Watty?”