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Updated: May 20, 2025
Both captains were smoking big cigars in honor of the occasion, and Captain Gething, before going on board, halted, and in warm terms noticed the appearance of the Seamew. The crew, pausing in their labors, looked on expectantly as they reached the deck. On the cook's face was a benevolent and proprietary smile, while Henry concealed his anguish of soul under an appearance of stoic calm.
"What for?" asked the mate. "I'm going to get some things for Cap'n Gething," said the other. "He's hardly the figure to meet his family as he is." "Why didn't you bring him with us?" asked the mate. "How about a fit?" "He wouldn't hear of it," said the skipper, pausing in deep contemplation of three wax boys in a tailor's window.
"Bravo, Cuddy!" the horse plunged and whipped his head between his forelegs, trying to get the reins from the rider's hands. Gething let himself be jerked forward until his face almost rested on the veiny neck. "Old tricks, Cuddy. I knew that one before you wore your first shoes." He still had easy control and began to really let him out.
It was a task which lent itself to meditation, and his thoughts, as he looked wistfully at the shore, reverted to Captain Gething and the best means of finding him. It was clear that the photograph was an important factor in the search, and, possessed with a new idea, he left the potatoes and went down to the cabin in search of it.
"What would you do, Henry?" asked the skipper very quietly. "Go back an' fetch Miss Gething, o' course," said the boy, "an' take her down to the ship. That'll settle it." "By Jove! the boy's right," said the mate "if there's time." But the skipper had already started. "You're a very good boy, Henry," said the mate approvingly.
Here he got into conversation with an elderly man of sedate aspect, and after a little general talk, beginning with the weather and ending with tobacco, he produced the photograph and broached the subject of Captain Gething. "Well, I've seen a man very much like it," said his new friend after a prolonged study. "Where?" asked Dick eagerly.
They made their way back cautiously, Captain Gething turning off to the left before they reached the harbor and leading the way through dingy little streets of private houses and chandlers' shops.
At ten minutes past six Mr. Glover rose and with great unwillingness said he must go. "It isn't raining much now," said Miss Gething encouragingly. Mr. Glover went to the hall, and taking his hat and umbrella, shook hands with her. Then he came to the door again, and looked at the skipper. "Going my way?" he inquired with great affability, considering. "Er no," said the other. Mr.
Gething tried all his tricks with the reins, the horse dashed on like a furious gust of wind, he whirled through the valley, across a ploughed field, over a fence and into more pastures. Gething, never cooler, fought for the control. The froth blown back against his white shirt was rosy with blood. Cuddy was beyond realizing his bit. Then Gething relaxed a little and let him go.
Neither spoke until they reached the lane again, and then Wilson stopped and met her gaze full and fair. Miss Gething, after a brave trial, abandoned the contest and lowered her eyes. "Will you serve us both alike?" said Wilson in a low voice. "No," said Annis. She looked up at him shyly and smiled. A light broke in upon him, and seizing her hand he drew her towards him.
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