"Ye-e-es," he muttered, not very convinced apparently.
"Thanks," said I; "I shall keep my eyes open."
"But quiet-eh?" he urged anxiously. "It would be awful for his reputation if anybody here -- "
I promised a complete discretion with great gravity.
"I have a canoe and three black fellows waiting not very far. I am off. Could you give me a few Martini-Henry cartridges?"
I could, and did, with proper secrecy. He helped himself, with a wink at me, to a handful of my tobacco.
"Between sailors -- you know -- good English tobacco." At the door of the pilot-house he turned round -- "I say, haven't you a pair of shoes you could spare?" He raised one leg. "Look."