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Mr Powell stared for a moment. "Oh! The Ferndale. A Liverpool ship. Composite built." "Ferndale," repeated Marlow thoughtfully. "Ferndale." "Know her?" "Our friend," I said, "knows something of every ship. He seems to have gone about the seas prying into things considerably." Marlow smiled. "I've seen her, at least once." "The finest sea-boat ever launched," declared Mr Powell sturdily.
It was not a loud sound but it was startling enough at the after-end of the Ferndale where low tones or silence were the rule. The second time this happened the captain himself must have been startled somewhere down below; because he emerged from the depths of his unobtrusive existence and began his tramping on the opposite side of the poop.
Dorothy felt some embarrassment in facing a room filled with those she considered critical spectators, for the best society of all the Birchlands, as well as cultured persons from Ferndale near by, had come to the entertainment. The Brownlie girls played the violins.
A man in love will accept any convention exalting the object of his passion and in this indirect way his passion itself. In what way the captain of the ship Ferndale gave proofs of lover-like lavishness I could not guess very well. But I was glad she was appreciative. It is lucky that small things please women. And it is not silly of them to be thus pleased.
And his uneasiness grew by the recollection of the forty tons of dynamite in the body of the Ferndale; not the sort of cargo one thinks of with equanimity in connection with a threatened collision. He gazed at the two small lights in the dark immensity filled with the angry noise of the seas. They fascinated him till their plainness to his sight gave him a conviction that there was danger there.
I acquiesced and very soon he observed dreamily: "I was with Captain and Mrs. Anthony sailing all over the world for near on six years. Almost as long as Franklin." "Oh yes! What about Franklin?" I asked. Powell smiled. "He left the Ferndale a year or so afterwards, and I took his place. Captain Anthony recommended him for a command.
"Lilla, you may bound Rose Land." "On the north by Ferndale, south by Sunny Wave River, east by the hill of Morning Clouds, and west by the Evening Star." "Now, little ones," said the teacher, "you may go to your painting, that our visitor may see how we repair the flowers that earthly hands have injured."
"Time's nothing to him," advanced Marlow. "I don't suppose it's much," said Mr. Powell. "All the same a quick passage is a feather in a man's cap." "True. But that ornament is for the use of the master only. And by the by what was his name?" "The master of the Ferndale? Anthony. Captain Anthony." "Just so. Quite right," approved Marlow thoughtfully. Our new acquaintance looked over his shoulder.
We walked in a body a few steps on a greasy pavement between her side and the towering wall of a warehouse and I hit my shins cruelly against the end of the gangway. The constable hailed her quietly in a bass undertone 'Ferndale there! A feeble and dismal sound, something in the nature of a buzzing groan, answered from behind the bulwarks.
"It suddenly dawned upon me that the innocent skipper of the Ferndale had taken it for granted that I was a relative of the Shipping Master! I was quite astonished at this discovery, though indeed the mistake was natural enough under the circumstances. What I ought to have admired was the reticence with which this misunderstanding had been established and acted upon.
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