“I fancy you’ve hit it, don’t you know,” agreed the captain, “I kind of fancy that he’s going off on a bridal tour.”
“Where is the professor now?” asked Jim.
“He’s off East somewhere,” replied the captain. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s gone after the lady.”
“Much obliged to you, captain,” said Jim, when they had gone up on deck again, “I’m awfully sorry she can’t be bought. I think she would have just suited us.”
“You can’t never tell,” observed the captain, philosophically, when they were leaving, “you might hunt up the perfesser when he gets back. Perhaps the lady might change her mind. Such things have happened.”
“So I have learned,” laughed Berwick. “Well, goodbye, captain. We may act on your advice.”