'Ham,' he presently resumed, 'he'll hold to his present work, and go and live along with my sister. The old boat yonder—'
'Will you desert the old boat, Mr. Peggotty?' I gently interposed.
'My station, Mas'r Davy,' he returned, 'ain't there no longer; and if ever a boat foundered, since there was darkness on the face of the deep, that one's gone down.But no, sir, no; I doen't mean as it should be deserted.Fur from that.'
We walked again for a while, as before, until he explained: