Blow the Man Down - A Romance of the Coast - Page 124/334

They were over the side of the schooner and out in their dories when

more cautious trawlsmen hugged the fo'c'sle. On their third trip,

because of this daring, they caught the city market bare on a Thursday

and made a clean-up.

"I'm told that Saint Peter started this Friday notion because he was

in the fish business," stated Captain Candage, sorting money for the

shares. "All I've got to say is, he done a good job of it."

Mr. Speed, sailing as mate, always found ready obedience.

Smut-nosed Dolph never listened before to such praise as was lavished by

the hungry men over the pannikins which he heaped.

Captain Mayo, casting up accounts one day, was honestly astonished to

find that almost a month had passed since he had landed at Maquoit.

"That goes to show how a man will get interested when he is picked up

and tossed into a thing," he said to Polly Candage.

"You are making real men of them, Captain Mayo!" She added, with a

laugh, "And you told me you were no kind of a hand at making over human

nature!"

"They are doing it themselves."

"I will say nothing to wound your modesty, sir."

"Now I must wake up. I must! There's nothing worth while in the profit

for both your father and myself. I want him to have the proposition

alone. There'll be a fair make for him. I didn't intend to stay here so

long. I guess I sort of forgot myself." He went on with his figures.

"But I knew you could not forget," she ventured, after a pause.

He glanced up and found a queer expression on her countenance. There

were frank sympathy and friendliness in her eyes. He had revolved bitter

thoughts alone, struggling with a problem he could not master. In sudden

emotion--in an unpremeditated letting-go of himself--he reached out for

somebody in whom to confide. He needed counsel in a matter where no man

could help him. This girl was the only one who could understand.

"There may be letters waiting for me in the city--in the big city

where I may be expected," he blurted. "I haven't dared to send any." He

hesitated, and then gave way to his impulse. "Miss Polly, I haven't any

right to trouble you with my affairs. I may seem impertinent. But

you are a girl! Does a girl usually sit down and think over all the

difficulties--when she doesn't get letters--and then make allowances?"