“Dere vhas no reckoning. Ve gets ashore und falls ter verk.”
The lady Aurora closed her book, arose, brought her chair close to the skylight, and reseated herself. Bol looked at her, then fastened his eyes upon me.
“Am I to be left in charge of the brig?”
“You vhas, Mr. Fielding.”
“What of a crew do you mean to allow me? It may come on to blow hard while you are on shore.”
“Dere vhas crew enough,” said he, with a queer expression in his eyes.
“How many?” I demanded sternly.
“Dere vhas four, und dere vhas der ladt, Jim. Dot vhas men enough for der braces,” said he, looking up at the sails.
“Four men and the boy,” said I aloud and musingly; “well, I daresay I shall be able to manage with four men and the boy.”
“Dere vhas yourself to gount.”