“About what you said, uncle,” said the lad, rather confusedly.
“I didn’t say anything, sir. I was listening to you.”
“Yes, you did, Uncle Paul,” said the boy sternly. “You said that it would be murder to leave a man here without a boat.”
“Oh, of course. So I did. And so it would be, sir. But now look here, Rodd. I haven’t known you, sir, since you were little more than a baby without being able to read some of the changes which come over your face. What were you thinking about that boat?”
“I was thinking, uncle, suppose he had one.”
“But he hadn’t one. Look here, sir; you are thinking something, and suspecting something.”
“Yes, uncle, I am; but I don’t know what.”
“I suppose that’s because you were prejudiced against the Spaniard by what Chubb said.”
“I suppose so, uncle. You know how he said he wouldn’t trust that man a bit?”
“Yes, yes.”