“You, to go to?”
“The Falklands.”
“And he?”
“He?” repeated Hunt.
And then his wandering gaze fixed itself on Martin Holt, our sailing-master, whose life he had saved at the risk of his own during the tempest.
“Well!” resumed the captain, “do you not understand what I am asking you?”
“Yes.”
“Then answer me. When Dirk Peters left Illinois, did he finally give up America?”
“Yes.”
“To go whither? Speak!”