BROWN AND I EXCHANGE COMPLIMENTS
T WO trips later I got into serious trouble. Brown was steering; I was "pulling down." My younger brother appeared on the hurricane-deck, and shouted to Brown to stop at some landing or other, a mile or so below. Brown gave no intimation that he had heard anything. But that was his way: he never condescended to take notice of an under-clerk. The wind was blowing; Brown was deaf (although he always pretended he wasn't), and I very much doubted if he had heard the order. If I had had two heads, I would have spoken; but as I had only one, it seemed judicious to take care of it; so I kept still.
Presently, sure enough, we went sailing by that plantation. Captain Klinefelter appeared on the deck, and said:
"Let her come around, sir, let her come around. Didn't Henry tell you to land here?"
"I sent him up to do it."
"He did come up; and that's all the good it done, the dod-derned fool. He never said anything."
"Didn't you hear him?" asked the captain of me.
Of course I didn't want to be mixed up in this business, but there was no way to avoid it; so I said: