“And there’s a look about them of the able seaman, R.N.”
“Perhaps so, sir,” replied the skipper, who gazed bluntly back at the intruder.
“Well-found schooner, skipper, and carries a press of sail.”
“Yes, sir. Very smart craft,” replied the skipper.
“Long gun amidships and a couple of small brass guns forward,” continued the lieutenant, who seemed to miss nothing. “Very roomy hold below, I should say.”
“Yes, sir. Built for a Mediterranean orange boat.”
“And no cargo, I think you said.”
“No, sir; only scientific traps, as Dr Robson here calls them.”
“Yes,” said the doctor, interposing.
“I am not talking to you, sir,” said the lieutenant haughtily. “Your turn will come.”