“Guy—Mr. Fenwick,” said Frank, “let me speak a few words to you.”
“By all means, Frank. You need not call me Mr. Fenwick. I am only a boy like yourself—younger, indeed.”
“But you are a passenger, while I am only a poor sailor.”
“You are my friend, all the same. Now what have you to tell me?”
“Captain Richmond is in a great funk at being obliged to stay here while you are on shore.”
“I know that very well, Frank, but he has no right to be. I made a special agreement with the owners of the Osprey for which they will be handsomely paid.”
Frank shook his head.
“That’s all very well, Master Guy, but the captain will play you a trick if he can.”
“What trick can he play me?”
“He can forbid your going on shore again.”