I now wish you to row down to the station and get my portmanteau.

After that, with this money procure a couple of hammocks, besides provisions and whatever will be necessary for the night, not forgetting soap and candles.

To-morrow we will take in further stock." Caleb was about to make some answer when the garden gate creaked heavily, and Peter Dearlove appeared in the dusk outside the window; so he merely took the money, touched his forelock by way of acknowledging his new employment, and retired.

But it was noticeable that once or twice on his way to the boat he had to pull himself up and think a bit.

Arrived on the quay, too, he stood for a moment or so beside the boat in profound meditation.
"Come, Caleb Trotter!" he exclaimed, suddenly jumping in and seizing the paddles; "this sort o' thing won't do, nohow.