"Well, what is it?" said Gunson.
"I did want to go back to that store and buy something else before we
started."
"Money burning your pocket?"
"No, it aren't that," said Esau, turning a little red.
"Well, you are your own master, my lad. Go and buy what you want, and
make haste back."
Esau brightened up, and I rose to go with him.
"No, no; I don't want you to come," said Esau. "You stop with Mr
Gunson. I shan't be long."
It struck me that this was rather curious on my companion's part, but I
said nothing, only sat and looked out at the lovely bay, while Gunson
busied himself with writing a letter.
"There," he said, when he had done; "want to write too?"