"How are you?"
Esteban muttered something.
"I am looking for some strong fellows to go on my next trip with me." Pause. "Would you like to come?" Longer pause. "England. And Russia.... Hard work. Good wages.... A long way from Peru.—Well?"
Apparently Esteban had not been listening. He sat with his eyes on the table. At last the Captain raised his voice, as to a deaf person:
"I said: Do you want to go on my next trip with me...."
"Yes, I'll go," answered Esteban suddenly.
"Fine. That's fine. I want your brother, too, of course."
"No."
"What's the matter? Wouldn't he want to come?"
Esteban mumbled something, looking away. Then half rising, he said: "I got to go now. I've got to see somebody about something."