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"If I could arrange to leave mother, and if the Yankee captain would make a part payment in cash, so that she and Cola could get along until my return, I believe I would go." "You can leave your mother and sister now as well as when you went to St. Johns, and better, for I am sure David Gidge would look out for them during the month or so that we'll be away."
I'll sail over there, and hunt up a good place to anchor, just beyond your ship, and as soon as I've made all snug I'll come aboard. Up with your mud hook, Dave." As Mr. Gidge began to work the windlass, Cabot sprang to help him, and, within a minute, the recently dropped anchor was again broken out. Then, at a sharp order, David hoisted and trimmed the jib, leaving Cabot to cat the anchor.
When the "Labrador" entered Conception Bay, at the head of which lies Harbour Grace, her home port, and was forced by ice to anchor, he inquired concerning a small island that lay close at hand. "Bell Island," he repeated meditatively, on being told its name. "Isn't there an iron mine on it?" "Sartain," replied David Gidge. "The whole island is mostly made of iron."
"Then you intend to develop it, sir?" cried Cabot. "Certainly, provided we can acquire your claim to the property, and engage a certain Mr. Cabot Grant to act as our assistant Labrador manager." "Do you think me capable of filling so responsible a position, sir?" "I am convinced of it," replied Mr. Hepburn, smiling. "And may I find places for White, and David Gidge, and Captain Phinney, and "
In this latter line of research he even succeeded in producing a favorable impression upon David Gidge, who finally admitted that it wasn't always safe to judge a man from his appearance, and that this young feller had more in him than showed at first sight. While thus creating a favorable impression for himself, Cabot grew much interested in the young skipper of the schooner.
"But what has become of my mother and sister?" asked White. "They are in Harbour Grace," answered David Gidge, "stopping with some kin of mine. You see, all three of us was brung to St. Johns as witnesses, and there wasn't money enough to take us back till I could come sealing and make some."
"Well, then, why not place this property in the name of some friend David Gidge, for instance and when those men-of-war people begin to make trouble let him ask them whose factory it is they are after. They will say yours, or your mother's, of course. Then he'll speak up and say in that case they've come to the wrong place, since this is the property of Mr.
Then she and the "Sea Bee," the latter manned by two of the Yankee sailors, with David Gidge as pilot, sailed from the harbour, and were lost to sight beyond its protecting headland. The next hour was spent in settling with the lobster catchers and those who had been employed in the factory, each of whom was warned to give no information concerning the movements of the two schooners.
"Mischief of some kind," growled David Gidge, as he spat fiercely into the water. "I hain't never knowed a Frencher to be good fur nawthin' else but mischief." "Perhaps it's a health officer," suggested Cabot. "It's worse than that," replied White. "A customs officer, then?" "He comes from the shore." "Then perhaps it's an invitation for us to go and dine with the French captain?"
Now, though, as I say, I'm jiggered ef I know exectly who ye be." "Why, Mr. Gidge, I'm Cabot Grant, who " "Of course. To be sartin! Now I know ye!" interrupted the other. "But where's White? What hev ye done with Whiteway Baldwin?"
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