"My own time."
"If you take to boozing on the trip I'll fire you out," Massy cried.
An obstinate silence followed that threat. Massy moved away perplexed. On the bank two figures appeared, approaching the gangway. He heard a voice tinged with contempt--
"I would rather doubt your word. But I shall certainly speak to him of this."
The other voice, Sterne's, said with a sort of regretful formality--
"Thanks. That's all I want. I must do my duty."
Mr. Massy was surprised. A short, dapper figure leaped lightly on the deck and nearly bounded into him where he stood beyond the circle of light from the gangway lamp. When it had passed towards the bridge, after exchanging a hurried "Good evening," Massy said surlily to Sterne who followed with slow steps--
"What is it you're making up to Mr. Van Wyk for, now?"
"Far from it, Mr. Massy. I am not good enough for Mr. Van Wyk. Neither are you, sir, in his opinion, I am afraid. Captain Whalley is, it seems. He's gone to ask him to dine up at the house this evening."
Then he murmured to himself darkly--
"I hope he will like it."
