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"'Ad a wife a'ready," said Mr. Wheeler, turning to the visitor; "'e was a bright lot, 'e was." "I don't know what they saw in me, I'm sure," said Mrs. Wheeler, with a little modest laugh; "it wasn't my good looks, I'm sure." "You 'ad something better than good looks, my dear," said the dock-foreman, affectionately, "something what's wore better." Mrs.
"I mean," stammered Fraser, meeting the perturbed gaze of the dock-foreman, "that he told me once if anything happened to him that I was to break the news to Miss Tyrell. It's been such a shock to me I hardly know what I am saying." "Yes, you'll go and frighten her," said Bob Wheeler, endeavouring to push past him. The mate blocked the doorway.
Wheeler, musingly, "but I wouldn't." Fraser murmured his admiration at her firmness. "There was Tom Rogers, 'e was the first," said Mrs. Wheeler; "you remember 'im, father?" "Chap with bow legs and a squint, wasn't he?" said the dock-foreman, anxious to please. "I never saw 'im squint," said his wife, sharply. "Then there was Robert Moore he was number two, I think."
"Don't scold 'im," said the dock-foreman, tenderly, as Mrs. Wheeler's thin, shrill voice entered into angry competition with the howl; "never mind, Gussie, my boy, never mind." This gentleness had no effect, Gussie continuing to roar with much ardour, but watching out of the corner of one tear-suffused eye the efforts of his eldest sister to find her pocket.
Wheeler, a man of great density and no tact whatever, came bustling out into the passage, and having shaken hands in a hearty fashion, told him to put his hat on a nail and come in. "No news of the cap'n, I suppose?" he asked, solemnly, after Fraser was comfortably seated. "Not a word," was the reply. The dock-foreman sighed and shook his head as he reflected on the instability of human affairs.
"It might just as well have been the edge of the dock as the curb; that's what I mean," said Mr. Wheeler, with a gravity befitting his narrow escape. "I'm alwis telling you not to walk on the edge, father," said his wife, uneasily. The dock-foreman smiled faintly. "Dooty must be done," he said, in a firm voice.
"Well, my dear " began the dock-foreman. "Don't interfere, father," said Mrs. Wheeler somewhat sharply. "I'm sure Mr. Fraser needn't mind saying anything before us. It's nothing he's ashamed of, I'm sure." "Certainly not," said Fraser, sternly, "but it's quite private for all that. Will you put your hat on and come out a little way, Miss Tyrell?" "That I'm sure she won't," said the energetic Mrs.
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