“Glad to see you, Captain Cable,” he said. Cable finished drying the salt water from his face with a blue cotton handkerchief before he shook hands.
“Suppose you thought I wasn't coming,” he said, suspiciously.
“No, I knew you would.”
“Glad to see me for my own sake?” suggested the captain, grimly smiling.
“Yes, it always does one good to see a man,” answered Prince Martin.
“They tell me you're a prince.”
“That is all.”
The captain measured him slowly with his eyes.
“Makings of a man as well, perhaps,” he said, doubtfully. Then he turned to cast an eye over the Olaf.
“Tin-kettle of a thing!” he observed, after a pause.