“His name is Robinson,” said the lady. “He came on here about an hour ago. I’m waiting for him.”
“There’s nobody here,” said the watchman, shaking his head.
“I’m not sure he didn’t go on that little ship,” said the lady; “but if he has, I suppose I can wait here till he comes off. I’m not doing any harm.”
“The ship’ll sail in about an hour’s time, miss,” said Tim, regretfully, “but there ain’t nobody o’ the name of Robinson aboard her. All the crew’s ’ere, and there’s only the skipper and mate on her besides.”
“You can’t deceive me, young man, so don’t try it,” said the lady, sharply. “I followed him on here, and he hasn’t gone off, because the gate has been locked since.”
“I can’t think who the lady means,” said Joe.
“I ain’t seen nobody come aboard. If he did, he’s down the cabin.”
“Well, I’ll go down there,” said the lady, promptly.
“Well, miss, it’s nothing to do with us,” said Joe, “but it’s my opinion you’ll find the skipper and mate has turned in.”
“Well, I’m going down,” said the lady, gripping her parasol firmly by the middle; “they can’t eat me.”