“An’ how is your mither, Dickory?” said Ben.

“Right well, I thank you,” said he, and gazed at Kate, who was biting a hole in her orange.

Then, as he turned and went away, having no reason to expect to sell anything more, Kate remarked to Ben:  “That is truly a fine-looking young fellow.  He walks with such strength and ease, like a deer or a cat.”

“That comes from no’ wearin’ shoes,” said Ben; “but as for me, I would like better to wear shoes an’ walk mair stiffly.”

Now there came aft a sailor, who touched his cap and told Ben Greenway that he was wanted below to superintend the stowing some cases of the captain’s liquors.  So Kate, left to herself, began to think about what she should pack into her little bundle.  She would make it very small, for the fewer things she took with her the more she would buy at Spanish Town.  But the contents of her package did not require much thought, and she soon became a little tired staying there by herself, and therefore she was glad to see young Dickory, with his orange-basket, walking aft.

“I don’t want any more oranges,” she said, when he was near enough, “but perhaps you may have other fruit?”

He came up to her and put down his basket.  “I have bananas, but perhaps you don’t like them?”

“Oh, yes, I do!” she answered.

But, without offering to show her the fruit, Dickory continued:  “There’s one thing I don’t like, and that’s the men on board your ship.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, amazed.

“Speak lower,” he said; and, as he spoke, he bethought himself that it might be well to hold out towards her a couple of bananas.

“They’re a bad, hard lot of men,” he said.  “I heard that from more than one person.  You ought not to stay on this ship.”

“And what do you know about it, Mr. Impudence?” she asked, with brows uplifted.  “I suppose my father knows what is good for me.”

“But he is not here,” said Dickory.

Kate looked steadfastly at him.  He did not seem as ruddy as he had been.  And then she looked out upon the forward deck, and the thought came to her that when she had first noticed these men it had seemed to her that they were, indeed, a rough, hard lot.  Kate Bonnet was a brave girl, but without knowing why she felt a little frightened.

“Your name is Dickory, isn’t it?” she said.

He looked up quickly, for it pleased him to hear her use his name.  “Indeed it is,” he answered.

“Well, Dickory,” said she, “I wish you would go and find Ben Greenway.  I should like to have him with me until my father comes back.”

He turned, and then stopped for an instant.  He said in a clear voice:  “I will go and get the shilling changed.”  And then he hurried away.

He was gone a long time, and Kate could not understand it.  Surely the Sarah Williams was not so big a ship that it would take all this time to look for Ben Greenway.  But he did come back, and his face seemed even less ruddy than when she had last seen it.  He came up close to her, and began handling his fruit.