“Certainly. Call for anything you like. Raymond, will you have some coffee?”
“Thank you, sir, I should like some.”
“We poor sailors,” said Brandon, stirring his coffee, “don’t get rich so fast as you merchants. We brave the elements, and you reap the profits. That’s about the way of it, I take it.”
“By the way, when do you sail, Captain Brandon?”
“It is not quite decided. In a day or two. Were you ever on board a ship, my lad?”
“No, sir.”
“You’d like to see one, I suppose?”
“Yes,” said our young hero, eagerly; “I should enjoy it very much.”
“Don’t you think you could spare him a little while to-morrow morning, Fairchild? Business isn’t very driving, is it?”