"My dear grampus, the mere love of luxury doesn't argue that a person is dishonest."
"Would you let a hired man help you on with your underclothes?" demanded the mariner.
"There's nothing criminal about it."
"Humph! Mrs. Gerard is different. She's all class! You don't mind her having a maid and speaking French when she runs short of English. Her daughter is like her."
"I haven't seen Miss Gerard."
"If you'd stir about the ship instead of wearing out my Morris chair you'd have that pleasure. She was on deck all morning." Captain Brennan fell silent and poked with a stubby forefinger at the ice in his glass.
"Well, out with it!" said O'Neil after a moment.
"I'd like to know the inside story of Curtis Gordon and this girl's mother."
"Why bother your head about something that doesn't concern you?" The speaker rose and began to pace the cabin floor, then, in an altered tone, inquired, "Tell me, are you going to land me and my horses at Kyak Bay?"
"That depends on the weather. It's a rotten harbor; you'll have to swim them ashore."