“It wouldn’t do to get one of them mad at you then, would it?” remarked Pop.
“Ah should say not,” exclaimed Sam with great conviction.
“Haven’t you ever sailed with Finns before?” asked Grant.
“Once, an’ dat time we had nothin’ but head winds an’ calms all de blessed time. Dat proves what Ah say about dem Finns, doan’ it?”
“You think the Finn was responsible, do you?”
“Ah is sho’ of it.”
“We’ll hope you’re wrong, Sam,” laughed Pop. “Certainly we’re not looking for hard luck. We’re out for fun.”
“Ah hopes yo’ all has it,” said Sam, but he shook his head doubtfully and muttered to himself as he took the empty soup bowl from Fred’s hands and carried it off into the galley.
“He’s a queer one,” said Pop laughing as he watched the cook’s disappearing figure. “Imagine accusing all Finns of being hard luck.”
“It’s pretty tough on the race, I should say,” said String.