“Yes; I thought she came down pretty neatly,” said Tom.
“Didn’t mean that, you egoist. I meant you saved this young fellow uncommonly well; saw it all through my binocular. Dangerous things, sharks. Who is the boy?”
“I haven’t asked him yet. I thought we might give him a dry change and then see if we can make out anything. He probably can’t speak English.”
“Very well. Bodgers, find some toggery and take him into the cabin. Who’s the other fellow?”
“We shall find out presently. Shall we go into the cabin? I’d like to put a few questions before the other man comes aboard.”
They found that Captain Bodgers had rigged up the boy in a sailor’s suit much too large for him.
“Capital!” cried Mr. Greatorex. “Much more respectable! Can you speak English, boy?”
“Me speak English little bit, and Spanish little bit,” replied the boy with a frank smile.
“That’s capital! Not the Spanish, you know; but the English.”
“I tank very much for the gentleman’s goodness——”