“I hope so.”
“Hope so. Don’t I tell you it will! I like the boy; plenty of downright British courage in him. Isn’t afraid of either of us. Egad, I like him, Harry; and he’ll turn out a big man.”
Chapter Four.
The rest of that day passed gloomily for Sydney, who was in the garden just before dinner, when Barney came up to him.
“Seen him, Master Sydney?” he said gloomily.
“Seen who? My father?”
“No, my boy, Panama. Strikes me he’s cut and run, and when the skipper hears on it there’ll be no end of a row.”
“Oh, nonsense! He’s hiding in the lofts, or one of the outhouses, Barney.”