Jack Redland laughed, he liked his bluff, hearty companion, and told him the reason he was going away.
"That's it, is it?" said Captain Seagrave. "You want to make money and come back and give it your best girl. Mind you, I don't say that is not a laudable desire, but are you sure of the party in petticoats? I have never had much to do with 'em myself, except in a casual way, but what little I know about 'em makes me steer clear of such craft. They're dangerous and you never can tell when they 'bout ship and sail clear away from you. Mind you have her safely in dock before you go, and don't let her come out until you return."
Jack laughed heartily as he replied—
"If she does not wait for my return I must find someone else to share my fortune, if I make one."
The train pulled up with a jerk that threw Captain Seagrave forward.
"Bad steering," he said. "I wish I had the engine driver in my stoke hole, he'd learn better manners down there."
"Tickets, please," said the porter.
"Tell the driver of this train he——"
The porter banged the door to, and left the skipper fuming.
Arriving at Brighton they walked to Jack Redland's lodgings, and after tea sat on the balcony.