“No,” said the other.
“Well, I don’t think much of him,” said the mate. “Where d’you get it?”
“It was given to me,” said the skipper. “He’s missing, and I’ve got to find him if I can. You might as well keep your eyes open too.”
“Where are you going to look for him?” asked the mate.
“Everywhere,” said the other. “I’m told that he’s likely to be in a seaport town, and if you’ll be on the look-out I’ll take it as a favor.”
“I’ll do that, o’ course,” said the mate. “What’s he been doing?”
“Nothing that I know of,” said the skipper; “but he’s been missing some five years, and I promised I’d do my best to find him.”
“Friends are anxious, I s’pose?” said the mate.
“Yes,” said the other.
“I always find,” continued the mate, “that women are more anxious in these sort o’ cases than men.”