“Just a minute, Cap'n, you know what I mean.”
“All I know about you is that you can't be trusted.”
“Seems to me you're gettin' mighty innocent all to once.”
“You can have your choice, McGlory, of getting aboard or staying behind. For my part, I'd a heap sight rather leave you behind.”
“You needn't talk that way. I know what I'm doin'—I know I'm not to talk to you—”
“All right, Pink,”—Dick stepped into the boat,—“let her go.”
McGlory turned and looked back up the path, as if listening. Then suddenly he ran out on the landing and got aboard just as the men were pushing off. He took the bow thwart, and settled down without a word. When they reached the schooner, he got out the boat-hook, and held her steady while Dick climbed out.
“That 'll do there,” said Dick, when McGlory and Larsen were hoisting the boat up to the davits. “Let her down again. Pink, you'd better take Linding and sound the channel ahead of us. We 'll start right out.”
“That ain't necessary,” put in the mate, hurriedly; “I can take her out.”
Dick turned and looked him over sharply. “How do I know you wouldn't run her aground? You seem to be raising the devil generally.”