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I've been swimming since well, an hour or two ago, and I am just a little chilled." He shivered again. "Swimmin'! An hour or two? Where on earth did you come from?" "Oh, I fell overboard from a steamer off here somewhere. Another and emphatic shiver caused him to pause. The lightkeeper awoke to the realities of the situation. "Good land of love!" he exclaimed. "What am I thinkin' of?
And he has often spoken," with an irrepressible smile, "of your of the lightkeeper, Mr. Atkins. That is his name, isn't it?" "Yes." "I want to meet him. Horace said he was well, rather odd, but, when you knew him, a fine fellow and full of dry humor. I'm sure I should like him." Brown smiled, also and broadly.
The lightkeeper continued to shout and wave. I lifted an oar to show that he had my attention. He recognized the signal, and began pointing out over the water astern of me. I looked where he was pointing. I could not see anything out of the ordinary. Except for my own skiff and the gulls, and the row boat with the two persons in it there was nothing astir on the bay.
The lightkeeper occupies a position apart among men. In sea-towers the complement has always been three since the deplorable business in the Eddystone, when one keeper died, and the survivor, signalling in vain for relief, was compelled to live for days with the dead body.
Then there's mutiny and fevers and collisions, and land knows what all. And, speakin' of trouble, what do you cal'late ails that craft we're goin' to look at now?" They found a group on the beach discussing that very question. A few fishermen, one or two lobstermen and wreckers, and the lightkeeper were gathered on the knoll by the lighthouse.
Also, that he had no right miserable outcast that he was to be interested in her; and certainly it would be the wildest insanity to imagine that she could be interested in him. For what the lightkeeper might say or do, in the event of his secret being discovered, he did not care in the least. He was long past that point. And for the breaking of their solemn compact he did not care either.
The neighbourhood at least is well selected. The Pacific booms in front. Westward is Point Pinos, with the lighthouse in a wilderness of sand, where you will find the lightkeeper playing the piano, making models and bows and arrows, studying dawn and sunrise in amateur oil-painting, and with a dozen other elegant pursuits and interests to surprise his brave, old-country rivals.
"I'm neither. And I meant it. I want the job." Seth looked at him, and he looked at Seth. At length the lightkeeper spoke again. "Well," he said, slowly, "I don't understand it at all, but never mind. Whatever happens, we've got to understand each other. Mind I don't say the job's yours, even if we do; but we can't even think of it unless we understand each other plain.
"Joking aside," he said, "I don't see why I shouldn't, in time, make an ideal assistant lightkeeper. Give me a trial, at any rate. I need an employer; you need a helper. Here we both are. Come; it is a bargain, isn't it? Any brass to be scrubbed boss?" Of course, had Eastboro Twin-Lights been an important station, the possibility of John Brown's remaining there would have been nonexistent.
She and and a relation of hers was comin' over here to see you on business. Ain't they here? Ain't they been here?" "No. No one has been here this afternoon. I've been in since one o'clock, and not a soul has called, on business or otherwise." The lightkeeper could scarcely believe it. "You're sure?" he demanded. "Certainly. If they came before one my wife would have told me, I think.
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