The mate smoked and drank and glowered across at them. More than once Wulfrey caught his glance resting balefully on The Girl. More than ever was he thankful that he was there to look after her.
XXXI
"No," said The Girl to Wulfrey, as she sat busily sewing at her new dress on deck next morning, "I do not like your mate as much even as I thought. Do you know what I would do if you were not here?"
"What would you do?"
"I would go and live on that other ship, or else among the sandhills."
"Either would be very uncomfortable. I am glad I am here."
"He looks at me as though I were another piece of his treasure-trove, especially when he is getting drunk. If he had tried to wrap me up with the rest in that blue bundle of his I should not have been very much surprised."
"He brought you ashore, you see."
"Well? What use would that have been if you hadn't brought me back to life?"
"Not much, I'm bound to say. But I imagine he considers it gives him first claim on you."