Chapter Fifteen.
Where Esau Had Been.
“We are forgetting one thing,” said Gunson, as we drew near our resting-place; and I believe now he said it to try and cheer me on. “Perhaps while we have been away the truant may have returned.”
His words had the required effect, for I hurried on by Gunson’s side, and was the first to enter and ask the landlady if Esau had been back.
“Nein! nein! nein!” she cried. “Bood der Herr captain send doo dimes for you bode, and say he go doo sea mit dout you, and die schip ist gone. Ya.”
“Yes, gone,” said Gunson; “and we have come back. Give us some tea and dinner together.”
“Zo,” cried the landlady. “Ach you are sehr hungrig.”
She hurried away nodding her head, and we heard her shrill voice giving orders directly, while Gunson began to try and cheer me up.
“It’s very kind of you,” I said; “but what shall we do?”
“Wait patiently, my lad. There, don’t mind about me, perhaps it’s all for the best; the schooner may get into a bad storm, and we shall be better ashore, perhaps save our lives, who knows. There, lie down on that bench, and try and have a nap.”