“Esau!” I shouted, joyfully.
“Then—you’re—not gone,” he panted hoarsely; and turning from me, he threw himself into a chair at the table and began to eat ravenously.
“You young scoundrel! where have you been?” cried Gunson, angrily.
“Tell you presently,” said Esau, with his mouth full. “Go and fetch the police.”
“Police! no,” cried Gunson, excitedly. “Here, do as I do,” he continued; and taking out his handkerchief, he hastily made a bundle of the meat, butter, and bread we had left.
“No, no,” cried Esau, “I’m so hungry.”
“Eat as we go.”
“Where?” I cried.
“Boat. We may catch the schooner after all.”
“No, no,” cried Esau; “fetch the police. They’ve got my clothes, money, everything. I’ll show you where.”