"I can't turn it over to you, neither," he mused.
"That might ha' done well enough if he hadn' seen you in my company;
but now we can't trust to it."
He took another dozen paces forth and back, and halted before me
again.
"Brooks," he said, "how about your father?"
"The very man, sir," I answered; "that is, if you would trust him."
"Cap'n Branscome tells me he's one in a thousand. I thought first o'
Branscome, but there's folks as know about my goin' to him for
navigation lessons; an' if Glass got hold o' that, 'twould be a hot
scent."
"Glass?" I echoed.
"That's his d--d name, lad--Aaron Glass; though he've passed under
others, and plenty of 'em, in his time. Well, now, if I can slip out
o' Falmouth unbeknowns to him, an' win to your father--on the
Plymouth road, I've heard you say and a little this side of
St. Germans--"
"You might walk over to Penryn and pick up the night coach."
Captain Coffin shook his head as he turned out his pockets.
"One shilling, lad, an' two ha'pennies. It won't carry me. An' I
daren' go home to refit; an' I daren' send _you_."
"I could take a message to Captain Branscome," I suggested; "an' he
might fetch you the money, if you tell him where to look for it.
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