"Good-day," Kinvig answered; and then shouting to the stranger, "this gentleman knows something of the young vagabond you want."
"So I see," answered the stranger with a cold smile, and Christian and the stranger stepped apart.
When they parted, the stranger said, "Well, one month let it be, and not a day longer." Christian nodded his head in assent, and turned toward Balladhoo. After dinner he said:
"Father, I'd like to go out to the herrings this season. It would be a change."
"Humph!" grunted his father; "which boat?"
"Well, I thought of the 'Ben-my-Chree'; she's roomy, and, besides, she's the admiral's boat, and perhaps Kisseck wouldn't much like to hear that I'd sailed with another master."
"You'll soon tire of that amusement," mumbled Mylrea Balladhoo.