John Berwick had taken the oars on leaving the Storm King, and had pulled for some time in the direction of the city. Without speaking, he gave undivided attention to his task, while Jim seated in the stern sheets, was also silent, lost in thought.
“Well, Jim,” began Berwick, after a time, as they were nearing the city wharves, “have you decided on your next move?”
“Yes,” responded Jim, rousing himself. “The next thing I am going to do is to get dinner.
“Then,” continued Jim, “I am going to bed and get a good night’s sleep and make a fresh start in the morning.”
“A most sensible thing, Jim,” agreed the man at the oars.
“That’s what Broome is going to do, too.”
“What?” asked Jim.
“Make a good start in the morning.”
“Can’t help it if he does,” growled Jim. “Have you anything better to suggest?”