Part 67 (1/2)
”They would bring their own provisions.”
”What else?”
”What else?”
”Yes. How many are there?”
”Nine; two of them are ladies.”
”I have no cabins.”
”We will manage with such s.p.a.ce as may be left at their disposal.”
”What else?”
”Do you agree?” said John Mangles, who was not in the least put out by the captain's peculiarities.
”We'll see,” said the master of the MACQUARIE.
Will Halley took two or three turns on the p.o.o.p, making it resound with iron-heeled boots, and then he turned abruptly to John Mangles.
”What would you pay?” said he.
”What do you ask?” replied John.
”Fifty pounds.”
Glenarvan looked consent.
”Very good! Fifty pounds,” replied John Mangles.
”But pa.s.sage only,” added Halley.
”Yes, pa.s.sage only.”
”Food extra.”
”Extra.”
”Agreed. And now,” said Will, putting out his hand, ”what about the deposit money?”
”Here is half of the pa.s.sage-money, twenty-five pounds,” said Mangles, counting out the sum to the master.
”All aboard to-morrow,” said he, ”before noon. Whether or no, I weigh anchor.”
”We will be punctual.”
This said, Glenarvan, the Major, Robert, Paganel, and John Mangles left the s.h.i.+p, Halley not so much as touching the oilskin that adorned his red locks.
”What a brute,” exclaimed John.