‘Well, we have only to tell him that Loveday is a seaman to be clear of him this very night.’
‘Done!’ said Festus. ‘Take my arm and come this way.’ They walked across to the footway. ‘Fine night, sergeant.’
‘It is, sir.’
‘Looking for hands, I suppose?’
‘It is not to be known, sir. We don’t begin till half past ten.’
‘It is a pity you don’t begin now. I could show ’ee excellent game.’
‘What, that little nest of fellows at the “Old Rooms” in Cove Row? I have just heard of ’em.’
‘No—come here.’ Festus, with Miss Johnson on his arm, led the sergeant quickly along the parade, and by the time they reached the Narrows the lovers, who walked but slowly, were visible in front of them. ‘There’s your man,’ he said.
‘That buck in pantaloons and half-boots—a looking like a squire?’
‘Twelve months ago he was mate of the brig Pewit; but his father has made money, and keeps him at home.’