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"My uncle bought that," said Miss Drewitt, somewhat irrelevantly. "Yes, but I got it for him," said Mr. Tredgold. "You can't pick up a thing like that at a moment's notice I had my eye on it for years; all the time old Brown was bedridden, in fact. I used to go and see him and take him tobacco, and he promised me that I should have it when he had done with it."
Tredgold, discovering a bank-note and a little collection of gold coins in another pocket, artlessly expressed his joy at the discovery. The simple-minded captain and Mr. Chalk both experienced a sense of relief; Miss Drewitt sat and simmered in helpless indignation. "You're careless in money matters, my lad," said the captain, reprovingly.
Miss Drewitt and Edward Tredgold advanced to the table and eyed it curiously. The map, which was drawn in lead-pencil, was on a piece of ruled paper, yellow with age and cracked in the folds. The island was in shape a rough oval, the coast-line being broken by small bays and headlands. Mr.
"Perhaps you burnt it after all and forgot it?" said Prudence. For the first time in her knowledge of him the captain got irritable with her. "I've not burnt it," he said, sharply. "Where's that Joseph? He must know something about it!" He moved to the foot of the staircase, but Miss Drewitt laid a detaining hand on his arm.
It disappeared with a suddenness almost startling. "Thank you," said Miss Drewitt, holding out her hand as she reached the door. "Good-bye." Mr. Tredgold said "Good-bye," and with a furtive glance at the window above departed. Miss Drewitt, opening the door, looked round an empty room. Then the kitchen door opened and the face of Mr. Tasker, full of concern, appeared.
Never before on a Sunday afternoon had Miss Drewitt known the streets of Binchester to be so full of people. She hurried on with bent head, looking straight before her, trying to imagine what she looked like. There was no sign of the captain, but as they turned into Dialstone Lane they both saw a huge, shaggy, grey head protruding from the small window of his bedroom.
To Miss Drewitt it seemed insurmountable, but, aided by Mr. Tredgold and a peal of thunder which came to his assistance at a critical moment, she managed to clamber over and reach the shed. Mr. Tredgold followed at his leisure with a strip of braid torn from the bottom of her dress. The roof leaked in twenty places and the floor was a puddle, but it had certain redeeming features in Mr.
"It's very kind of you," said Miss Drewitt, coldly, "but I don't think that my uncle wants any more furniture; the room is pretty full now." "I was thinking of it for your room," said Mr. Tredgold. "Thank you, but my room is full," said the girl, sharply. "It would go in that odd little recess by the fireplace," continued the unmoved Mr. Tredgold.
"It's impossible to practise this," said Edward, following. "It is something that can only be confided to yourself. Won't you stay?" "No," said the girl. "Not from curiosity?" Miss Drewitt, gazing steadfastly before her, shook her head. "Well, perhaps I can say it as well indoors," murmured Edward, resignedly.
Tredgold walked home deep in thought, and by the time he had arrived there had come to the conclusion that if Miss Drewitt favoured her mother, that lady must have been singularly unlike Captain Bowers in features. In less than a week Captain Bowers had settled down comfortably in his new command. A set of rules and regulations by which Mr.
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