"That's Captain Courteney's son, sir."
"What Miss Hayle wants—" began Hugh——
"What we want," said Ramsey——
"Yes," said Hugh, "what we want is the recall of——"
"An order," broke in the mate. "I know; my order for them two twins to go ashore. You can't have that, Hugh."
"We can!" said Ramsey, with tears in her laugh.
"No, sir-ee!" said the mate. "Ashore they go!"
"Ashore they don't!" said Ramsey. "You just told this gentleman you'd do anything he——"
"I'd do anything he—yes, but"—the speaker looked beyond her—"Why, Mr. Play-actor, them two young Americans come up here a-smellin' o' buckwheat cakes and golden syrup, when they and some others—a general and a senator, wa'n't they?—had had some political tiff with you——"
"Oh, not political at all! There's a proposition—I had no idea it was theirs—to land our deck passengers on——"