Ask for Mr.Todd, or, better still, walk straight on to the wharf and have a look at her.

The old man'll see you fast enough." He sprang nimbly ashore as the boat's head touched the stairs, and after extending a hand to Mr.Chalk, which was coldly ignored, led the way up the steps to the quay.
"There's the wharf just along there," he said, pointing up the road.
"I'll wait for you at the Jack Ashore here.

Don't offer him too much to begin with." "I thought of offering a hundred pounds," said Mr.Tredgold.

"If the ship's sound we can't be very much out over that sum." Captain Brisket stared at him.

"No; don't do that," he said, recovering, and speaking with great gravity.