appearin’, fer the rest o’ the trip, an’ now he’s to home in Essex playin’ with little rag dolls.”
Harvey choked with rage, but Troop went on consolingly:
“We’re sorry fer you. We’re very sorry fer you—an’ so young. We won’t say no more abaout the money, I guess.”
“ ’Course you won’t. You stole it.”
“Suit yourself. We stole it ef it’s any comfort to you. Naow, abaout goin’ back. Allowin’ we could do it, which we can’t, you ain’t in no fit state to go back to your home, an’ we’ve jest come on to the Banks, workin’ fer our bread. We don’t see the ha’af of a hundred dollars a month, let alone pocket-money; an’ with good luck we’ll be ashore again somewheres abaout the first weeks o’ September.”
“But—but it’s May now, and I can’t stay here doin’ nothing just because you want to fish. I can’t , I tell you!”
“Right an’ jest; jest an’ right. No one asks you to do nothin’.
There’s a heap as you can do, for Otto he went overboard on Le Have. I mistrust he lost his grip in a gale we f’und there. Anyways, he never come back to deny it.
You’ve turned up, plain, plumb providential for all concerned. I mistrust, though, there’s ruther few things you kin do. Ain’t thet so?”
“I can make it lively for you and your crowd when we get ashore,” said Harvey, with a vicious nod, murmuring vague threats about “piracy,” at which Troop almost—not quite—smiled.
“Excep’ talk. I’d forgot that. You ain’t asked to talk more’n you’ve a mind to aboard the We’re Here . Keep your eyes open, an’ help Dan to do ez