“I don’t know so much about that,” cried Esau. “They’ve got all my money, and my knife and coat, and that new pipe.”
“What new pipe?” I said sharply. “You don’t smoke.”
“Nobody said I did,” replied Esau, gruffly. “Fellow isn’t obliged to smoke because he’s got a pipe in his pocket, is he?”
“No, but you had no pipe in your pockets this morning, because you turned them all out before me.”
“Well, then, I’d got one since if you must know.”
“Why, you did not go away to buy a pipe, did you?” I said.
“Why, there wouldn’t ha’ been any harm in it if I had, would there?” he said surlily, as he held one hand over the side to let the water foam through his fingers.
“Then you gave us all this trouble and anxiety,” I cried angrily, “and have made us perhaps ruin our passage, because you wanted to learn to smoke.”
“I didn’t know it was going to give all this trouble,” he said, in a grumbling tone.
“But you see it has.”