“’Most the same,” growled the captain. “A boy, the boy, means boy. What sort of a ship? First, where do you want to go?”
“I don’t quite know myself,” replied the doctor, “so we will say as you did, everywhere.”
“Right,” said the captain. “What for?”
“Why do you ask?” replied the doctor, rather tartly.
“Had four offers. Wouldn’t take them.”
“Why?” asked the doctor.
“Smuggling contraband.”
“Oh, I see,” said the doctor quickly. “Well, it’s nothing of that sort.”
“When do you sail?”
“As soon as I can get a ship.”