“What’s the matter now?” said the cook.
“Oh,” said Bill, “they are going to get the ship under way, I suppose.”
“The ship under way!” said the old pilot, rising from a dark corner where he was sitting. “Is the captain not going to enter the harbour?”
“No, no,” replied Bill; “he is in too great a hurry to see his sweetheart for that.”
“Where is she?” asked the old cook.
“On the coast of Norfolk,” said Bill, “where we are to stop on our passage. But I must not stand speechifying here while the rest are busy.”
So saying, he sprung on deck, followed by the old pilot.
When Bill and his companion came upon deck, they found Harry there, giving orders. The old pilot went up to him, and doffing his hat, said—
“Sir, I hope you are not going to get the ship under way to-night.”
“Why not?” asked Harry.