“Ha, ha, ha!” laughed the captain. “Going up the rivers, air you?”
“Yes.”
“Then you’d better try and ketch the sea cows. They’re big as elephants, and one o’ them’ll last you two, six months if she don’t go bad.”
“Thank you,” said my uncle, smiling; “but we shall be content with smaller deer than that.”
“Well, I guess I don’t like letting you go doctor,” said the captain.
“So it seems,” said my uncle quietly. “Pray why?”
“Don’t seem fair to young squire here, for one thing.”
“Have you any other reason?” said my uncle.
“You two can’t manage a boat like that.”
“We have managed a bigger one before. Any other reason?”