“Somethin’ besides thief, he! A deal worse than that!”
“But,” pursues Mrs Wingate, without reference to the reflection on Coracle’s character, “ye han’t yet tolt me what the Captain took down the river.”
“I an’t at liberty to tell any one. Ye understand me, mother?”
“Yes, yes; I do.”
“The Captain ha’ made me promise to say nothin’ o’ his doin’s; an’, to tell truth, I don’t know much about them myself. But what I do know, I’m honour bound to keep dark consarnin’ it—even wi’ you, mother.”
She appreciates his nice sense of honour; and, with her own of delicacy, does not urge him to any further explanation.
“In time,” he adds, “I’m like enough to know all o’ what he’s after. Maybe, the morrow.”
“Ye’re to see him the morrow, then?”
“Yes; he wants the boat.”
“What hour?”