"Look here, Cupid," I replied.  "It is no use for you to ask me for permission to go in the gig, for I cannot give it you.  But,"-- meaningly--"if you were to stow yourself away in the eyes of the gig it is just possible that the captain might not notice you until we had got too far from the ship to turn back.  Only don't let me see you doing it, that's all."