“It’s sure made you wet all right,” agreed the girl. She looked at him interestedly. “Wotcha do it for?” she asked.
“Do it for?”
“Yes, wotcha do it for? Wotcha do a Brodie for off’n that ship? I didn’t see it myself, but pa says you come walloping down off’n the deck like a sack of potatoes.”
Sam uttered a sharp cry. He had remembered.
“Where is she?”
“Where’s who?”
“The liner.”
“She’s off down the river, I guess. She was swinging round, the last I seen of her.”
“She’s not gone!”
“Sure she’s gone. Wotcha expect her to do? She’s gotta get over to the other side, ain’t she? Cert’nly she’s gone.” She looked at him interested. “Do you want to be on board her?”