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Chapter 11
“We’llhavethelaughofyeattheleast.”
“Mymindrunslittleuponlaughing,”saidthecaptain.“Butallthiswillcostmoney,sir.”
“Well,sir,”saysAlan,“Iamnaeweathercock.Thirtyguineas,ifyelandmeonthesea-side;andsixty,ifyeputmeintheLinnheLoch.”
“Butsee,sir,wherewelie,wearebutafewhours’sailfromArdnamurchan,”saidHoseason.“Givemesixty,andI’llsetyethere.”
“AndI’mtowearmybroguesandrunjeopardyofthered-coatstopleaseyou?”criesAlan.“No,sir;ifyewantsixtyguineasearnthem,andsetmeinmyowncountry.”
“It’storiskthebrig,sir,”saidthecaptain,“andyourownlivesalongwithher.”
“Takeitorwantit,”saysAlan.
“Couldyepilotusatall?”askedthecaptain,whowasfrowningtohimself.
“Well,it’sdoubtful,”saidAlan.“I’mmoreofafightingman(asyehaveseenforyoursel’)thanasailor-man.ButIhavebeenoftenenoughpickedupandsetdownuponthiscoast,andshouldkensomethingofthelieofit.”
Thecaptainshookhishead,stillfrowning.
“IfIhadlostlessmoneyonthisunchancycruise,”sayshe,“Iwouldseeyouinarope’sendbeforeIriskedmybrig,sir.Butbeitasyewill.AssoonasIgetaslantofwind(andthere’ssomecoming,orI’mthemoremistaken)I’llputitinhand.Butthere’sonethingmore.Wemaymeetinwithaking’sshipandshemaylayusaboard,sir,withnoblameofmine:theykeepthecruisersthickuponthiscoast,yekenwhofor
