Mary (to Patsy). Keep her on her course, boy! (To William) I hate to have you go, William, only I know that it is for your good; and then, if I go, you’ll have to give up the boat, and we shan’t have anything to live on; and that will never do.
Capt. M. You’re right, Mary, as you always are.
(Enter Hank, the cook, with a waiter full of dishes.)
Hank. Here’s your lunch, sir.
Capt. M. Why, Hank! Have you come again? It isn’t more than half an hour since I ate my breakfast.
Hank (drawling). Yes, it is, sir. It’s an hour. And the doctor says you was to eat every hour.
Capt. M. (looks at the waiter). What have you got now?
Mary (to Patsy, hurriedly). Hard a-port, there! Give that snag a wide berth! (She goes quickly towards the wheel-house.) Go below, Patsy, and fire up, or we shan’t get to Munroe till moonrise. (Exit Patsy, L., muttering.)
Hank (to William). Waal, tha’s some fixings the Indians say is good for invaliges, and one on ’em showed me how to cook ’em.
Capt. M. What are they, Hank? Name over your bill of fare.