She could not have offered a better illustration of her father's wealth to the man, for he would appreciate the value of a vessel of that size.
"And what do you think he'll give the men—them as saved him, I suppose?"
"Oh, he won't make any difference. He is indebted to you all, for I have heard that the captain would not have stopped for us had he not been obliged to do so by the crew."
"That's true enough," rejoined the carpenter with an oath, looking at me.
"Perfectly true," I made haste to say.
"My father would not certainly offer less than one hundred pounds to each man," she said quite simply.
He pulled off his cap at this and twirled it and let it drop; picked it up so slowly that I thought he would never bend his body sufficiently to enable him to recover it; looked at her sideways as he put it on his head again, and then said to me with offensive abruptness—
"Come, master, let's have a look at that blooming chart."
I opened the door to let Miss Robertson pass out, exchanging one glance with her as she left, and addressed myself to the carpenter.
He pored over the chart with his dirty forefinger upon it.