“Punch o’ the head, I suppose. Well, hooroar! and I’m glad we’ve got rid of him at last.”
“I don’t know,” I said. “I should have liked to shake hands first.”
“Come, lads, what a while you’ve been,” said Gunson, coming up out of the cabin. “I told that boy to say you were to make haste.”
“What boy?” I said.
“The one I sent. Didn’t he tell you?”
I shook my head.
“Went to the wrong place, perhaps. Boxes are all right below yonder.”
“But how are you going to get ashore?” I said, wonderingly.
“Same as you do.”
“But—”