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It may be that she noticed this, for she said: "You have come into your own again, I see. So have I." She indicated her gown with a smile and a gesture. I laughed. "Yes," I said. "I have returned unto Joshua that which was his." "You should have kept it. You have no idea what a picturesque lightkeeper you make, Mr. Paine." Somehow or other this harmless joke hurt.
"They'll have to find them first." "That'll be easy enough. There'll be your name, 'John Brown, of such and such a place, written right on the purser's book, won't it." "No," drawled Mr. Brown, "it won't." The lightkeeper felt very much as if this particular road to the truth had ended suddenly in a blind alley. He pulled viciously at his chin whiskers.
"If I ain't awake by six o'clock I wish you'd call me. You'll find some spare clay pipes and tobacco on the mantelpiece by the clock. So long." He entered the bedroom and closed the door. Mr. Brown stepped over to the mantel and helped himself to a pipe. At half past five the lightkeeper opened the bedroom door and peeped out. The kitchen was empty. There was no sign of Mr. Brown.
There's matches in a box on the wall just underneath where 'twas hangin'. Don't stop to talk! Move!" Mrs. Bascom moved. Seth turned to the "inventor." "Come for'ard with me," he ordered. "Here! this way! for'ard! He seized his companion by the arm and pulled him toward the bow. The frightened genius held back. "What in time is the matter with you?" snarled the lightkeeper. "Are your feet asleep?
Seth did not ask a question and was so trustful and unsuspecting that Brown decided his secret was undiscovered. In fact, the lightkeeper was so innocent that the young man felt almost wicked, as if he were deceiving a child. He very nearly forgot the meeting behind the sand dune, having other and much more important things to think of.
Why didn't you drop the whole christenin' and start fresh? Why did you hang on to 'Seth'?" The lightkeeper looked guilty. Mrs. Bascom's smile broadened. "I know," she went on. "You didn't really like to drop it all. It was too much of a thing to do on your hook, and there wasn't anybody to tell you to do it, and so you couldn't quite be spunky enough to " He interrupted her.
I left the lightkeeper at his island. He refused to accept a cent from me, except in payment for the gasolene, and declared he had had a "fust-rate night of it." "Come and see us again, Mr. Paine," he said. "Come any time and fetch your lady along. She's a good one, she is, and nice-lookin', don't talk! You're a lucky critter, did you know it? Haw! haw! Good-by."
Those boots of yours, for example," pointing to the pair the lightkeeper had just taken off, "they look as if you had worn them wading." His back was toward his superior as he spoke, therefore he did not see the start which the latter gave at this innocent observation, nor the horrified glare at the soaked boots. But he could not help noticing the change in Seth's voice.
The same gang never comes twice. Road's too bad, and they complain like fury about the moskeeters." "Do they? How peevish! Atkins, you're not married?" It was an innocent question, but it had an astonishing effect. The lightkeeper bounced on the bench as if someone had kicked it violently from beneath. "What?" he quavered shrilly. "Wha what's that?" Brown was surprised.
However, there was no more spying, and the lightkeeper did not mention the bungalow tenants when he appeared at supper time. After the meal he bolted to the lights, and was on watch in the tower when his helper retired. Early the next afternoon Brown descended the path to the boathouse. He had omitted his swim the day before. Now, however, he intended to have it.
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