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Of course he could not very well shirk the work entirely, but he did a good deal of talking on the very cold mornings. "I don't pose for no tough son-of-a-gun," said he to Radway, "and I've got some respect for my ears and feet. She'll warm up a little by to-morrow, and perhaps the wind'll die.
But we might keep goin' up or down stream, and mebbe throw the beggars off the scent. It'd give us distance, anyway." "We've twenty-four hours the start," Simon repeated, "and we're dog tired. This wind'll fall at sunset; we'll still have time to spar'. Then by crossin' and travelin' all night we'll be beyond reach, for good and all." They agreed.
"One of these days," she'd say, "the wind'll take and change sudden while you're doing it; and there you'll be fixed and looking fifty ways for Sunday until we meet in the land of marrow and fatness." And here in Ardevora, of all places! where the womenkind be that masterful already, a man must get into his sea-boots before he can call his soul his own.
"Hark! again, that's a gun, there's a ship in distress." "Poor souls," said Miss Ruey; "it's an awful night!" The captain began to put on his sea-coat. "You ain't a-goin' out?" said his wife. "I must go out along the beach a spell, and see if I can hear any more of that ship." "Mercy on us; the wind'll blow you over!" said Aunt Ruey.
If she comes she'll cover the footin' wonderful fast, and you might be goin' abroad from the trail. The wind'll be risin' a bit, and if she blows hard 'twill make for nasty traveling and I'm thinkin' when the snow starts the wind'll come up quick, and be blowin' wonderful hard before you knows un." "Oh, I'll be all right," Charley assured confidently.
Mawson's expression grew softly sentimental as she added, "Many a one marries for love, like the King and the beggar-maid." "Mebbe," said Bella, "but the auld rhyme's oftener true: "'Be a lassie ne'er sae black, Gie her but the name o' siller, Set her up on Tintock tap An' the wind'll blaw a man till her.
If the fog lasts, why, the wind'll last too, an we can go up flyin, all sails set; an I'll remuve from my mind, for the time bein, any prejudyce that I have agin wind at sails." "Do you intend to go ashore at Eastport?" "Yes, for a short time jest to make inquiries. It will be a consolation, you know." "Of course." "Then I'll up sail, an away we'll go, irrewspective of tides, across the bay."
While he waited for the guard to come in, he eyed the corral and its immediate neighborhood, and afterward inspected the cloud-flecked sky. "Corral shows a bunch of stock has been penned here," he muttered. "But the wind'll raise before sun-up. I guess it'll be all right." The sentinel came trotting around the corner. "How many?" he asked, riding alongside the other. "Fifteen, all told.
And the wind'll go down as the tide turns, I'm thinking." Captain Jacob nodded. He was watching the Industry pitching in the great seas that were coming up the river. "She ought to have more chain out," he said anxiously. "I wish we could have given her more chain. It's a terrible strain." "If a man was to go out to her," began the mate, slowly, "he might be able to give her more.
"I betcher it's goin' to snow, all right," Happy Jack interrupted the warning. "Chickydees was swarmin' all over the place, t'day." "We-ell, now, yuh don't want to go too much on them chickydees," Applehead dissented. "Change uh wind'll set them flockin' and chirpin'. Ain't ary flake uh snow in the wind t'day, fur's I kin smell and I calc'late I kin smell snow fur's the next one."
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