“That indeed we are,” exclaimed Roger.
“Then without further palaver I will be off and try and get you some food,” said Sam.
“I hope he will be quick about it,” observed Roger when Sam moved off, “for I am well-nigh starved.”
Old Sam did not disappoint them, for in a short time he returned with a flask of water and dried goat’s flesh, bread, and dates.
“Make haste, lest anybody should come by and my feet get a taste of the bastinado.” They did ample justice to the repast, helped by Jumbo, who was as hungry as they were. Sam sat down and tried to look as much like a Moor as he could.
“How are you employed?” asked Stephen.
“I have been assisting in fitting out one of their vessels. She is a fine craft for her size, but I cannot say I quite like the work, for I suppose we shall go robbing on the high seas, and if we are caught shall be strung up like the rest.”
“Nor do I, Sam, for your sake,” observed Stephen, “though you will only be engaged as Prince Rupert and Prince Morris were after the civil war; not that their example is one to be followed, and I would advise you to get clear of the pirates as soon as you can.”
“More easily said than done,” answered Sam. “The Moors always keep a look-out on those whom they suspect, but I will not forget your advice if I have the opportunity of escaping; but I must not stop talking here, or I may be suspected of favouring you.” And old Sam, getting up, rolled away with his hands in his pockets, looking as independent as any of the passing Moors.
“I wonder what is to be our fate,” said Roger.