"Neither one nor the other. I've no work here. I'm going to look for some over there."
"Can ye pay?"
"Of course. I'm not asking you to take me out of charity."
"That's a guid thing."
"How much shall we say? And when do you sail?"
"Et'll be twenty guineas, ped in advance, an' ef ye want ony victuals beyant what the ship provides, which is or'nary ship's fare same as me and the mate eats, ye'll provide 'em yourself."
"Understood! And you sail——"
"To-night's flood, ef the men get aboard all safe. They're promised me for ten o'clock."
"I'll pay you now and go up for my things."
"An' whaur may they be?"