"Yes; come on deck," said Gerald hoarsely.
All that day he was silent, sitting mostly apart and by himself.
But the captain had his eye on him. In the evening he came again to Captain Jellyby.
"You touch at Plymouth, don't you?"
"Sometimes."
"This voyage, I mean."
"No."
"I wish you to stop at Plymouth."
"Look here, my lad. 'No' is the only word I can give you. We don't touch land till we get to Teneriffe. Go and lie down and have a sleep. We shall have a calm sea to-night, and you look fagged out."
"Are you a man to be bribed?" began Wyndham.