“I can’t,” said Pat; “but if you want to know, ye must go to the wharf.”
“Somethin,” mused Captain Corbet. “Somethin you say that I’ll vally nex to my babby. Why, what upon airth kin it be? I declare I never was so cur’ous in my hull life; an you wun’t tell.”
“No,” said Pat.
“Wun’t?”
“No.”
“Honor bright?”
“Honor bright.”
“Wal, what kin I dew?” cried Captain Corbet. “I can’t leave the infant’s bedside. I couldn’t take ten steps away, and leave him here. What kin I do?”
“I’ll tell you,” cried Pat, at last, after some silence, and with an air of desperate determination. “I’ll stay wid him, and you go down.”
“You stay?”