“No, sir; and I never shall. I’m sure of that, sir.”
“What are you going to do next?”
“I don’t know.”
“You’d better go back to Levant.”
“I’ll never do that.”
“Dod writes that your uncle has been enlarging his business and is making a lot of money and is going to run for town office. He must need a chap like you and has probably forgotten any little trouble he might have had with you.”
But I shook my head.
“You don’t expect me to do anything more for you, do you?”
Again I shook my head. That homesick feeling was swelling up once more.
“I hear that they are fitting out another Cocos Island expedition to hunt for the Peru treasure-ship. You might be able to sign on there. But it’s a fake job. There’s no sunken ship. However, you’ll get wages.”