"Sure I know!" Peer said indignantly. "You was talking about Flauval. It's Wilf that's the crazy one—I ain't! And she ain't here. Flauval."
"She ain't, eh?" Nasal-voice said, with speculative alertness.
"No, sir," Peer said, timid again. "She's went with the rest of'm."
Both voices swore together in startled shock.
"Where are they?" the deep voice demanded. "Hiding on the ship?"
"No, sir," quavered Peer. "It's just me on the ship, till they come back."
"You mean," the deep voice said, with strained patience, "you're supposed to be on the ship?"
"Yes, sir," said Peer. She added in a guilty mutter, "Sleepin'...."
"Where did the others go?" Nasal-voice inquired sharply.
"But I ain't tired," said Peer. "Well, with the boxes and stuff! What Flauval wants buried."