“You shall have it as soon as the cook is stirring about.”
“All right, don’t forget me.”
“I won’t.”
The mate slid back the cover and returned to the cabin.
“Well?” demanded the captain.
“The boy is all right—lively as a cricket.”
“He is?”
“Yes; he is calling for something to eat and hang it, I don’t blame him. Probably he don’t know how long he’s been there. If he did he’d be starved to death sure. Here’s a case, captain, where ignorance is bliss.”
“But how about the voice?”
“There is where you’ve got me.”