The steersman, leaning on the loom of his paddle, made neither stir nor answer.

They hailed again, this time close aboard, and as it seemed, in rage.
Glancing contemptuously to starboard, the lowdah made some negligent reply, about a cargo of human hair.

His indifference appeared so real, that for a moment Rudolph suspected him: perhaps he had been bought over, and this meeting arranged.

The thought, however, was unjust.

The voices began to drop astern, and to come in louder confusion with the breeze.
But at this point Flounce, the terrier, spoiled all by whipping up beside the lowdah, and furiously barking.