Captain Trott started for the gangway. “Oh, you needn't trouble to come down, sir.”
“I'd rather, Captain Mayo.” After he had descended he squatted on the platform at the foot of the ladder and held the dory close, grasping the gunwale. “What are you doing for yourself these days?”
Mayo had no relish for a long story. “I'm waiting to grab in on something,” he replied.
Captain Trott did not show any alacrity in getting to the subject which Mayo had broached. “It has set in pretty thick, hasn't it? I have been ordered in here to wait for my folks; they're visiting at some big estate up-river.”
“But about the chance for a job, captain!”
“Look here! What kind of a run-in did you have with the Olenia owner?”
Mayo opened his mouth and then promptly closed it. He could not reveal the nature of the trouble between himself and his former employer.
“We had words,” he said, stiffly.
“Yes, I reckon so! But the rest of it!”
“That's all.”