"Ay, ay, sir!" and the doorway darkened with the short burly figure of a man whose words preceded him, "Tom Crimp'll have 'em all here by ten o'clock an' we'll—— Wha the deevil's this?"
"Wants to go passenger to Boston," explained the mate, and left Wulfrey to his own negotiations.
"If you're open to take a passenger, Captain Bain, I've fallen in love with the looks of your ship."
"What for d'ye no want to go in a passenger-ship? We're no a passenger-ship," and the Captain eyed him suspiciously.
"Just that I dislike travelling with a crowd, I've been looking round for some days and your ship pleases me better than any I've seen."
"Where are you from, and what's your name and rating!"
"I'm from Cheshire. Name, Wulfrey Dale. Rating, Doctor."
"An' what for are ye wanting to go to Boston!"
"I'm going out to look round. I may settle out there if I find any place I like."
"Are ye in trouble? Poisoned ony one? Resurrectionist, mebbe?"