"Well, you may reckon on me at any moment—to-morrow excepted," said Wicks; "and my pal in the Fairy will also be glad to row in the same boat."
"What sort of a man is your pal?" demanded the master: "one of the right kind?"
"If he wasn't, him and I shouldn't long hold together," answered the Buffer. "But when do you think you'll want our services?"
"Very soon. You say you're both engaged for to-morrow?"
"Yes—both of us."
"The day after to-morrow, in the evening, you and your friend can come and smoke your pipes with me; and we'll talk the matter over," said the master.
"And if any thing should prevent us coming the day after to-morrow, the evening after that will do p'rhaps?" remarked the Buffer, interrogatively.
"Well—we must make that do, then," answered the master. "Good night."
"Good night," said Wicks; and he then returned to the Fairy.
"What can you make of them, Jack?" demanded the Resurrection Man, who was smoking his pipe on the after deck.