“What for? Some money, Pan?”
“No, Master Syd,” replied the boy in a hesitating way. “Hist! Listen! Some one coming?”
“No; I can’t hear any one. Why did you come back?”
“You don’t want to go to sea, Master Syd, do you?”
“No.”
“More don’t I, and I won’t go.”
“Well?”
“I’m going right away, Master Syd, to make a fortune. Come along o’ me.”
“What!” said Syd, who felt startled at the suddenness of the proposition, one which accorded so well with his own wishes. “Go with you?”
“Oh, I don’t mean as mates, only go together,” whispered Pan. “You’d always be master, and I’d always clean your knives and boots for you.”