“I don’t know what he will do; and he is not likely to take me into his confidence,” said Gregory.
“The captain has gone on shore; and I dare say he will do as Prince Frisbone advises him to do.”
“I suppose he will.”
“Then we will wait till the captain returns before we do any thing,” continued Sir Philip.
“Don’t do that!” exclaimed Gregory, appalled at the suggestion. “What do you want to wait for?”
“As the squadron isn’t here, very likely this steamer will go on to some other place.”
“Let it go! I don’t care whither it goes if I can only get out of it!” exclaimed Gregory.
“But I rather like this sort of life. I have had a jolly good time since I came on board of the Ville d’Angers; and I am in no hurry to leave her if she is going farther, and the captain, or rather Prince Frisbone, will allow me to do so.”
“I don’t want to go any farther in her!” protested Gregory, disgusted with the proposition of his cousin. “I am a prisoner on board of this vessel; and, if you intend to remain any longer in her, I shall get out of her before she leaves Funchal if I can. That’s the kind of a codfish I am.”
“But if the Josephine isn’t here, they can’t send you back to her, you know,” added the sprig.