"He's had a lot to say about her. He says the lady said to him--"
"But what started him off?"
"He says things is bound to come to a bad end."
"What things?"
As I have said before, I had a normal boy's curiosity about all that was
going on around us. Perhaps, I have come to think, I had more than the
ordinary boy's sense for important information. Roger Hamlin's warning had
put me on my guard, and I intended to learn all I could and to keep my
mouth shut where certain people were concerned.
"It's queer they don't say nothing to you about what's going on," Bill
remarked.
For my own part I understood very well why they should say nothing of any
underhanded trickery to one who ashore was so intimately acquainted with
Captain Whidden and Roger Hamlin. But I kept my thoughts to myself and
persisted in my questions.
"What is going on?"
"Oh, I don't just make out what." Bill's stupidity was exasperating at
times. "It's something about Mr. Falk. Kipping, he--"
"Yes?" said that eternally mild voice. "Mr. Falk? And Kipping? What else
please?"
Both Bill and I were startled to find Kipping at our elbows. But before
either of us could answer, some one called down the hatch:--
"Lathrop is wanted aft.
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