Captain Derrick became keenly interested.
"The gentleman? The owner of the yacht, you mean?"
Jamie nodded—"Just that!"—and proceeded to count out his store of new-laid eggs with great care as he placed them in the steward's basket.
"What's his name?"
"Ah, that's ower mickle learnin',"—said Jamie, with a cunning look—"I canna say it rightly."
"Can you say it wrongly?" I suggested.
"I wadna!" he replied, and he lifted his eyes, which were dark and piercing, to my face—"I daurna!"
"Is he such a very terrible gentleman, then?" enquired Captain Derrick, jocosely.
Jamie's countenance was impenetrable.
"Ye'll pe seein' her for yourself whateffer,"—he said—"Ye'll no miss her in the waters 'twixt here an' Skye."