“Extra.”
“Agreed. And now,” said Will, putting out his hand, “what about the deposit money?”
“Here is half of the passage-money, twenty-five pounds,” said Mangles, counting out the sum to the master.
“All aboard to-morrow,” said he, “before noon. Whether or no, I weigh anchor.”
“We will be punctual.”
This said, Glenarvan, the Major, Robert, Paganel, and John Mangles left the ship, Halley not so much as touching the oilskin that adorned his red locks.
“What a brute,” exclaimed John.
“He will do,” answered Paganel. “He is a regular sea-wolf.”
“A downright bear!” added the Major.
“I fancy,” said John Mangles, “that the said bear has dealt in human flesh in his time.”