“You wait,” said Hank.
He went on deck, followed by George, and next minute Jake appeared.
Despite Tommie’s get-up, he had spotted her for a girl when she came on board. Not being a haunter of the pictures he had not recognised her; what she was, or where she had come from, he could not imagine—or what she wanted of him. He was soon to learn.
“Take off your hat,” said Tommie. “Now, then, get me some soap and a scrubbing brush, if there is such a thing on this dirty ship.”
“Soap!” said Jake.
“Yes, soap.”
He turned and went on deck and came back in a minute or so with a tin of soft soap and a mop.
“I said scrubbing brush.”
“Ain’t none.”