“Up on the mountain,” he said. “For Heaven’s sake, give me a drink, Cluff!”
The other produced a flask.
“You do look shot to pieces,” he commented. “Find Perk—Pruyn?”
“Yes. I’ll tell you later. Where’s Miss Brewster?”
“In her stateroom. Asleep, I guess. Said she wanted rest, and nobody was to disturb her till we sail.”
“When do we start?”
“Eight o’clock, they say. That means ten. Will Dr. Pruyn get here?”
“He isn’t going with us.”
“Oh, no. I forgot his Dutch permit. Well, he’d better use it quick, or he’ll go in a box when he does go. I wouldn’t insure his life for a two-cent stamp in this country.”
“You wouldn’t if you’d seen what I saw last night,” said the Southerner, very low.