So now, good-bye for the present, and look out for me to-morrow at daylight." "Good-bye, Massa Nadgel, till to-morrer." The negro waved his hand and, sauntering slowly back to his boat, remarked in an undertone, "I lub dat young feller!" Saying which, he resumed his greasing operations.
Of course Captain Roy made no objection to his son's proposal, though he freely gave his opinion that it was a wild-goose chase.
"However, lad, please yourself and you'll please me," he added; "and now, be particular to bear in mind that you've got to write to me every time you get within hail of a post-office or a passing ship or steamer that may chance to be comin' this way, and in each letter be sure to tell me where you're goin' to next, so as I may send a letter there to you in case I want you to return sudden or otherwise.

We mustn't lose touch, you see.

You needn't write long screeds.

I only want to know your whereabouts from time to time.

For the rest--you can spin it out in yarns when you come back.".