Dick was amused; he wanted to reach the Sea-mew, but on this sunny morning it was good to sit in the boat on the blue smooth water and listen to old Brack for a few minutes.
"You must have done a lot of thinking in your time," said Dick, falling into his humor.
"I'm thinking now," said Brack.
"What about?"
"That poor devil who escaped from Dartmoor five days ago."
Dick smiled.
"Is that your news?"
"Yes."
"There have been several escapes lately."
"But they've all been caught in no time; this chap ain't, and by gum, lad, if he come'd my way I'd help him out. I don't believe they'll get him; at least I hopes not."