“Thank you, sir,” said Harry, accepting a sandwich.
“Let me pour you out some ale.”
“I don’t think I care for any, thank you.”
“Pooh, nonsense, ale won’t do you any harm;” and Brandon filled his glass.
Harry had never even tasted of ale, but he did not know how to refuse the captain’s hospitality, and raised the glass to his lips. The taste was not altogether agreeable, so he merely sipped a little, and set it down again.
“Don’t you like it?”
“Not very much.”
“Never mind, it’ll do you good. Nothing more wholesome.”
“How long will your voyage be, Captain Brandon?”