up. I'll tell you what's wanted nowadays, Bill Bostock,” said he; and did, and took ten minutes to it.
Carthew could not refrain from smiling. He began to think less seriously of the scheme, Hadden appearing too irresponsible a guide; but on the other hand, he enjoyed himself amazingly. It was far from being the same with Captain Bostock.
“You know a sight, don't you?” remarked that gentleman, bitterly, when Tommy paused.
“I know a sight more than you, if that's what you mean,” retorted Tom. “It stands to reason I do. You're not a man of any education; you've been all your life at sea or in the islands; you don't suppose you can give points to a man like me?”
“Here's your health, Tommy,” returned Bostock. “You'll make an A1 bake in the New Hebrides.”
“That's what I call talking,” cried Tom, not perhaps grasping the spirit of this doubtful compliment. “Now you give me your attention. We have the money and the enterprise, and I have the experience: what we want is a cheap, smart boat, a good captain, and an introduction to some house that will give us credit for the trade.”
“Well, I'll tell you,” said Captain Bostock. “I have seen men like you baked and eaten, and complained of afterwards. Some was tough, and some hadn't no flaviour,” he added grimly.
“What do you mean by that?” cried Tom.
“I mean I don't care,” cried Bostock. “It ain't any of my interests. I haven't underwrote your life. Only I'm blest if I'm not sorry for the cannibal as tries to eat your head. And what I recommend is a cheap, smart coffin and a good undertaker. See if you can find a house to give you credit for a coffin! Look at your friend there; he's got some sense; he's laughing at you so as he can't stand.”
The exact degree of ill-feeling in Mr. Bostock's
