Think you we're to
have some more snow?"
"Nay, captain, I dinna think it; the wind's ower high for that,"
the wanderer replied, looking up at the dull sky above Gray's
signboard.
"Then if it isna snow it'll be a night o' hard frost," said the
skipper. "Will ye come in and take something to warm ye, Colin?"
And Colin silently complied.
Entering the inn we found a goodly number of men gathered round the
cosy stove with steaming glasses before them. Most of them were men
of Pomona; but I noticed also a young man who sat somewhat apart
from the rest, and in him, despite the absence of naval uniform, I
had little difficulty in recognizing Lieutenant Fox of the Clasper,
who had boarded the Falcon some weeks before in the Sound of Hoxa.
Then, too, there were Peter and Jerry, both of whom welcomed me
with many words of kindness, and made room for me beside them.
Captain Flett ordered Oliver to bring in a glass of hot rum for
himself, and two mugs of coffee for Lothian and me; and we had not
been seated long before Peter Brown inquired of me the particulars
of my solitary voyage in the Falcon. At first very few of the men
paid much attention to my narrative, but when I came to the
discovery of the ship that had been imprisoned in the ice, and told
about the man I saw through the porthole, they all drew their
chairs nearer to me and listened with rapt attention.
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