The officers were free to do what they pleased.
They passed the time on deck mostly, keeping strictly to themselves, and wearing savage and sullen faces as they paced to and fro.
"Faith, it's a handsome lot they are," muttered Dan. "It's myself'll be glad when we've landed you. I'd rather sail in a cattle ship."
"No accounting for tastes, Dan," laughed Young Glory.
"It's an eye we must kape on the dons," said Dan.
"An eye?"
"Faith, two. It's the slippery spalpeens they are."
"But they won't try to slip away."
"Arrah, it's worse they'll do!"
"What?"