Hugh nodded. Each knew the other was aware of the song that floated up after them from the boat behind.
"What did the bridegroom want?" asked the girl.
"Wanted to give us a thousand dollars to take his bride—with him or without him—aboard the Votaress."
"But when he heard how much worse off we are—" prompted she.
"Yes."
"But, Mr. Hugh——"
"Yes?"
"Anyhow, this boat hasn't got that boat's trouble!"
"No," said Hugh, and knew they were both thinking of his father. Together they stood hearkening to the last of the Westwood's song:
"'Ef you git dah befo' I do—