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Captain Nibletts thanked him again, and, clapping on his hard hat, passed hastily into the bar, his small visage twisted into a smile, to which it had long been a stranger.
He spent much of his spare time in devising means for his rescue, all of which the old man listened to with impatience and rejected with contumely. "It's no good, Nibletts," he said, as they sat in the subdued light of the cabin one evening. "Nothing can be done. If anything could be done, I should have thought of it." "Yes, that's what struck me," said the little skipper, dutifully.
"Bad as bad can be," he replied, slowly; "there's no hope at all. I'm looking for a new master for my vessel." Nibletts looked up at him eagerly, and then looked away again.
"If it 'adn't been for me tipping 'im the wink, so as to let him know what line 'e was to go on when I came down, where should I 'ave been?" he demanded of Captain Nibletts. And that astonished mariner, with a helpless shake of his head, gave it up.
"I'm going to use my own judgment, Nibletts," he said slowly. "I've always rose superior to the opinions of other people. There's nobody you know would give you a ship. I'm going to give you the Foam!" Captain Nibletts, rising from his seat, crossed over, and taking his hand, thanked him in broken accents for this overpowering expression of confidence in him.
She sat down by Captain Barber, and laying her hand upon his, pressed it affectionately. The captain, a picture of misery, exchanged a significant glance with Nibletts, and emitted an involuntary groan. "Don't take on so," said Mrs. Banks, compassionately. "Do you know, I've got a feeling that poor Fred has been saved!" "That's my feeling, too," said Captain Barber, in a firm voice.
"I've won that woman's 'art," said Captain Barber, miserably; "in 'er anxiety to keep me, the woman's natur' has changed. There's nothing she wouldn't do to make sure of me." "It's understandable," said Nibletts. "It's understandable," agreed Captain Barber, "but it's orkard.
"If things 'ad been different," said the gratified owner, rolling his whisky round his mouth and swallowing it gently, "I'd have liked you to have 'ad her." "Thankee," said Nibletts, quietly. There was a pause, during which both men eyed the noble specimens of fish which are preserved for tavern parlours. Captain Barber took another sip of whisky.
"Well, forget all about it," said Nibletts, in an excited whisper. Captain Barber looked at him pityingly. "What good'll that do?" he asked. "Forget the understanding," continued Nibletts, in a stage whisper, "forget everything; forget Captain Flower's death, act as you acted just afore he went.
Banks, breathlessly, "and now my Elizabeth's nowhere to be found. She's been out since two o'clock this afternoon." Nibletts pointed up the road with his pipe. "I see her only ten minutes ago with young Gibson," he said, slowly. "Which way was they going?" demanded the old lady, rising. "I don't know," said Nibletts. "I don't think they knew either an' what's more, I don't think they cared."
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