When the fishing season comes, there will be more ships in Christmas Harbour than there are houses around the Green Cormorant.

Rely on me.

I undertake your getting a passage." Now, these were fair words, but, just as in the case of Hurliguerly, there was nothing in them.

So, notwithstanding the fine promises of the two, I resolved to address myself personally to Len Guy, hard to get at though he might be, so soon as I should meet him alone.
The next day, in the afternoon, I saw him on the quay, and approached him.

It was plain that he would have preferred to avoid me.