“Yes; that is, I suppose she is.”
“Do you—do you cal'late we could see her if we went there now?”
“Yes, I am sure you could.”
Zoeth rose.
“Come on, Shadrach,” he said, “let's go.”
The Captain stared at him.
“Go?” he repeated. “Where? Home, do you mean?”
“No, not yet. I mean over to Marcellus's to see that little girl.”
“Zoeth Hamilton! Do you mean to tell me—What do you want to see her for? Do you want to make it harder for her and for us and for all hands? What good is seein' her goin' to do? Ain't it twice as easy to say no now and be done with it?”
“I suppose likely 'twould be, but it wouldn't be right Marcellus asked us to do this thing for him and—”