"You backed my tip, and it came off. I think we deserve a few odds and ends in the way of luxuries after that. As a rule, mind you, I say as a rule—this voyage may prove an exception—the 'Golden Land' is not exactly a floating Hotel Cecil. Perhaps you'll assist us in the cookery department, and I may say that the wine cellar is disgracefully under-stocked."
Abe Sharp laughed again. He, too, was in a good humour.
"I confess I had a trifle on that horse Slack named. Only a trifle, mind you. I'll see what can be done for you; but if steam is up, and you sail in two hours, I fear it will be impossible for me to accede to your request."
"Steam can be let off," said Job.
"What do you require on board?" asked Sharp.
"Most things; you can't go wrong whatever you send aboard, unless it be salt," said Job.
"You have never complained before about the provisions."
"Your memory is failing. I made one complaint five years ago, and said I'd let it stand good so that I need not be at the trouble of repeating myself."
"I understand; and let me tell you, Captain Seagrave, we are perfectly satisfied with you. Our firm never forgets the men who serve us well."
"I have been in your employ about twenty years," replied Job, "and if you have not forgotten me, I cannot say you have remembered me."