"Land folk, then.

Have you ever been to sea ?" "No, but we are strong and can work." "You may come with me to Sorrento.

You will find work there.

I am short-handed.

I daresay you are worth a biscuit apiece." He spoke in the roughest tone imaginable, and his black eyes--for he had black eyes and thick black hair in spite of his red beard--looked angry and fiery while he talked.