"What have you got aboard there, Hild'?" called out a voice that came from somewhere in the neighbourhood of the lantern. "Gals?"
"Governor Landholm and some company," said the skipper in a more moderate tone. The other voice took no hint of moderation.
"Governor Landholm? — is he along? Well — glad to see him. Run from the yallow fever, eh?"
"Is mother up, father?"
"Up? — no! — What on arth!"
"Tell her to get up, and make some beds for folks that couldn't sleep aboard sloop; and have been navigatin' all night."
"Go, and I'll look after the sloop till morning, Captain," said Winthrop sitting up on his sail.
"Won't you come ashore and be comfortable?" said father and son at once.
"I am comfortable."
"But you'll be better off there, Governor."