“With good results, even from a Protestant like yourself.” They laughed.
“You all ready to go?” asked Kerrigan.
“Well....” O’Mahoney stood undecided. He looked at his duffel bag, blotched with water. “I’d better check with the Master of the ship before I go.”
He looked around for Evans. Finally he saw him standing with a group of officers near the edge of the dock. They were talking seriously. O’Mahoney walked over to Evans.
“I’m about to go,” he said. “I wondered if....” Evans looked at him blankly. Then he seemed to remember.
“That’s O.K., Chaplain. Go right ahead. They may get hold of you for this investigation tomorrow, but that’s all.”
“They know where to get me.”
“I don’t suppose you’ll be travelling back with us?”
The Chaplain shook his head. “I think I’ll fly,” he said.
Evans smiled. He was really a pleasant young man, thought the Chaplain suddenly. He appeared a little abrupt at times but then he had many responsibilities. They shook hands and said goodbye and murmured that they would see each other again at Andrefski.