But Breslin did not seem in the least disconcerted, nor did he make an effort to hand over the “important letters,” which he had said he brought with him.
He simply dropped his outstretched hand, which Clemmons failed to take, and while his eyes flashed with anger, replied:
“Ah! you, too, do not care to recognize me, Clemmons; but I guess that you will have to do so, for I came to see you and am not to be snubbed.”
“I was told I had a visitor, but had I known that it was you, Breslin, I would not have seen you.”
“Indeed! but suppose I had insisted?”
“Come, say why you have come here, where not a man will recognize you.”
“True; but what do I care for the recognition of my foes so long as my dear friend Clemmons recognizes me.”
“Will you tell me why you are here, for I am busy in the captain’s cabin?”
“If you cannot find time to see me here, appoint an hour ashore, for it is important.”
“It will be impossible for me to see you, Breslin.”