Sinopsis

“But what are we going for?” If he had not been so much of a gentleman, I should have said that the half-closing of his left eye and its rapid reopening had been a wink; as it was, we will say it was not. The next moment, he had thrown himself back in his chair, smiled, and said, quietly. “Not yet, captain—not yet. I’ll tell you by-and-by. At present it is my secret. Waiter, fill these glasses again!” “But look here,” I said, as soon as the waiter had done his duty, “you can’t sail right up into the Arctic circle without a crew.” “No,” he said, shaking his head; “but you will go?” “Well—yes,” I said; “I don’t mind. She’s a smart steamer, and well found. I’ll take her.”