"Maybe he buys at two prices—some of 'em do, you know."
Randy did not know, but he did not say so.
"I knew a purser once—on the Sea Shell—who used to pay one price for a thing and then charge the owners of the vessel another price. At last they caught him at it and sent him to prison."
This opened Randy's eyes to what his fellow-deckhand was driving at.
"Do you imagine Polk is that sort?"
"He is certainly close."
"So you said before. Well, he ought to be watched."
"Oh, it's not my affair," said Jones. "Say, I am going to bed," he added.
"So am I," said Randy, and retired, thinking of what Jones had said and also of what the Clares had told him regarding Peter Polk.