“He went ashore about half an hour ago,” said the other.
The girl tapped impatiently with her foot. “You don’t know what time he’ll be back, I suppose?” she enquired.
He shook his head. “I think he’s gone for the evening,” he said, pondering; “he was very careful about his dress.”
The ghost of a smile trembled on the girl’s lips. “He has gone to call for me,” she said. “I must have missed him. I wonder what I’d better do.”
“Wait here till he comes back,” said the man, without hesitation.
The girl wavered. “I suppose, he’ll guess I’ve come here,” she said, thoughtfully.
“Sure to,” said the other promptly.
“It’s a long way to Poplar,” she said, reflectively. “You’re Mr. Fraser, the mate, I suppose? Captain Flower has spoken to me about you.”
“That’s my name,” said the other.
“My name’s Tyrell,” said the girl, smiling. “I daresay you’ve heard Captain Flower mention it?”