“I suppose you paid their way out.”
“I did, Sir,” said Potts, with an air of munificence; “but, between you and me, it didn’t cost much.”
“I should think it most have cost a considerable sum.”
“Oh no! Clark saw to that. Clark got them places as steerage passengers.”
“Young Brandon told me once that he came out as cabin passenger.”
“That’s his cursed pride. He went out in the steerage, and a devilish hard time he had too.”
“Why?”
“Oh, he was a little crowded, I think! There were six hundred emigrants on board the Tecumseh—”
“The what?”
“The Tecumseh. Clark did that business neatly. Each passenger had to take his own provisions, so he supplied them with a lot. Now what do you think he gave them?”