“Don’t talk nonsense,” said the skipper, as he came up from below in response to a hail from the mate.
“‘Don’t talk nonsense.’”
“It’s a fact, sir,” said Mr. Legge, shaking his head.
“What’s to be done with the boy?” demanded the mate, blankly.
“Sam’s a unsteady, unreliable, tricky old man,” exclaimed the skipper, hotly; “the idea of going and leaving a boy on our hands like that. I’m surprised at him. I’m disappointed in Sam—deserting!”
“I expect ’e’s larfing like anything, sir,” remarked Mr. Legge.
“Get forrard,” said the skipper, sharply; “get forrard at once, d’ye hear?”
“But what’s to be done with the boy?—that’s what I want to know,” said the mate.