Le Maitre, he's drunk, lyin' in his bunk; that's the way he's preparing to come ashore.

It may be one day, it may be two, afore the schooner can get in.

Le Maitre he won't get off it till it's in th' harbour.

I guess that's about all there is to tell." O'Shea added this with grim abstinence from fiercer comment.
"Does she know ?" Caius' throat hardly gave voice to the words.
"No, she don't; and I don't know who is to tell her.

I can't.