"We will be as proper as the lambs themselves."
"How is it about Fluxion's going to Italy?" asked Perth.
"I know only what the fellows say. Everybody believes that he has to go there to see some friend who is sick."
"Where are we going, Mr. Briskett?" inquired Perth, as the head steward came forward to take a look ahead.
"Going to sea," replied he.
"Where are we bound?"
"Bound to sea."
"But how long are we to be out?" persisted Perth.
"Well, I don't know; but I am fully of the opinion that we shall be out till we go into port again."
"Won't you tell us, Mr. Briskett?" interposed Herman.