"I haven't anything like it with me," declared the captain. "I'm no gold mine."
"Give me your note then," said Reynolds, "payable in fifteen days."
"I tell you what I will do, Mr. Reynolds, I'll make it for three hundred; and more I can't do."
"Agreed," said the lawyer.
"Have a drink on it," urged the captain, hospitably, and feeling fairly well satisfied with his bargain.
"No time for that," replied the lawyer abruptly; "you'll be at the castle not later than ten and I'll make my part of the contract good. Tell those niggers of yours to dig in and row some going back."
The captain evidently gave them sound instructions, because they made record time, cutting through the fog at a slashing gait.