"Is it?" asked Alaric, moodily.
"I think so. Do you belong on that sloop?"
"Yes."
"Able looking craft, and seems to have good accommodations. Where does she run to from here?"
"The Sound," answered Alaric, shortly, for he was not in a humor to be questioned.
"What does she carry?"
"Passengers and cargo."
"Indeed. And may I ask what sort of a cargo?"
"You may."
"Well, then, what sort?" persisted the stranger.