"How are you. Shuffles?" said he, in a low tone.
"Come here, Wilton—will you?" replied the prisoner.
"I can't; we are not allowed to speak to you."
"What do you care for that? No one can see you."
"What do you want?"
"I want to talk with you."
"I shall be punished if I'm caught."
"You won't be caught. How are our fellows now?"
"First rate," replied Wilton, walking up and down the berth deck, rising and looking as though nothing was going on.
"You know what we were talking about just before the row," added Shuffles, drawing his stool up to the palings.