"He did. I wanted to hand him over to the police when we were on the dock, but Captain Grabon interfered. I suppose he didn't want to lose the hand."
"That's the truth—we are short, as it is. Well, now you are on board, what do you intend to do?"
"I don't know." Nelson looked the sailor straight in the eyes. "Can I trust you?"
"You can, my lad. If it's as you say, I'm sorry for you."
"If you'll help me to escape I'll give you all the money I have in my pockets—two dollars and a half."
"How can I help you?"
"Didn't I see you steering a short time ago?"
"You did."
"When will you steer again?"