“You have passengers going, I understand?”
“Ya–a–s. Reverend genlm’n an’ two ladies.”
“Can you take another?”
“A dozen mo–a–r, if need be.”
“Then put my name down. How much is the passage fare?”
“Fo–a–g–sl two hundred, cabin three hundred pa–o–unds.”
“What!” exclaimed Will.
Captain Brown smiled. “You see,” said he, “it c–a–unt be done for less—ha— ’Bliged to give fa-bu-lous wages to crew, and only too thankful to get ’em at any price. Provisions cost their weight, a-most, in gold.”
“Will you be here an hour hence?” asked our hero.
“Ya–a–s, two hours hence,” drawled Captain Brown, lighting a fresh cigar at the stump of the old one.