"Eh!" Mr. Dainopoulos stared, knife and fork raised.
"Oh, I fancy he just wants to give us a few hints about the discharging in Phyros."
"He can do that," said Mr. Dainopoulos, letting his hands fall to the table. "He can do that. Yes," he went on, seeing the possibilities of the thing, "you go along and tell him you'll attend to it all yourself, see? You fix him. The captain, he don't like government peoples."
"I'll go this morning, after I've got some gear."
"It ain't a very long voyage to Phyros," said his employer.
"Where do we go, from Phyros?" asked Mr. Spokesly.
"To Piræus for orders," said the other quickly. Mr. Spokesly could not help glancing at Evanthia, who regarded him steadily.
"I see," he said. Piræus was the port of Athens. Athens, just then, was a peculiar place, like Saloniki. So that was it.
"Captain Rannie said he didn't know," he observed. Mr. Dainopoulos grunted.
"Perhaps he didn't know, when you ask him. I think I got a charter, but I ain't sure. I take a chance, that's all."