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Cappy queried. "The Sea Fox." "That's Matt Peasley's command," Cappy mused. "Lucky? I should say we are! It's up to the master of the tug very frequently whether, under such conditions, his task has been a mere towage job at the going rates or a salvage proposition to be settled in court. I dare say Matt will give us the benefit of the doubt and call it towage." "Don't deceive yourself!"
But Captain Murphy was off down the dock, suit case in hand, while Cappy dismissed his borrowed car and climbed into the office car with Matt Peasley. Five minutes they waited at the head of the dock and then four huge motor trucks, laden with mail, lumbered through the dock gate. Cappy beamed into Captain Matt Peasley's face.
"What makes you think so, Cappy?" Again Cappy chuckled. "Having used German methods to bring about this auction sale," he confessed, "I concluded to steal a little more of this Teutonic stuff; so I established a system of espionage in Skinner's office and another in Matt Peasley's.
Nevertheless, the life which Victoria led seemingly accentuated to a man standing behind a picket-fence in the snow the voids between. A stamping of feet in the Widow Peasley's vestibule awoke in him that sense of the ridiculous which was never far from the surface, and he made his way thither in mingled amusement and pain. What happened there is of interest, but may be briefly chronicled.
It had been Captain Peasley's hope, here at the gateway of the Misty Sea, to learn something about the lay of the big ice-floes to the northward, but he was disappointed, for the season was yet too young for the revenue-cutters, and the local hunters knew nothing.
By this time they were at the Widow Peasley's, stamping the snow from off their boots. "How general is this sentiment?" Austen asked, after he had set down his bag in the room he was to occupy. "Why," said Mr. Redbrook, with conviction, "there's enough feel as I do to turn that House upside down if we only had a leader. If you was only in there, Austen."
Murphy skillfully bandaged Matt Peasley's hands, drew on the gloves and gently shoved his young champion toward the center of the deck. "Let 'er go!" he announced. "Come Swede! Present your credentials!" Matt taunted. His long left flashed out and cuffed All Hands And Feet on the nose. It was a mere love-tap! All Hands And Feet grinned pityingly, and with his left arm guarding his face, rushed.
"I'm afraid I shouldn't be of much use," Austen answered. "They'd have given me a back seat, too." The Widow Peasley's was a frame and gabled house of Revolutionary days with a little terrace in front of it and a retaining wall built up from the sidewalk. Austen, on the steps, stood gazing across at a square mansion with a wide cornice, half hidden by elms and maples and pines.
Peasley's on Maple Street, opposite the Duncan house." He laid his hand for an instant, in the old familiar way, on Hilary's shoulder, and looked down into the older man's face. It may have been that Hilary's lips trembled a little. "I I'll see you later, Judge, when it's all over. Good luck to you."
And I should be inclined to accuse him, too, of a friendly attempt to install me in your good graces." "No," answered Victoria, smiling, with serious eyes, "I won't be put off that way. Mr. Redbrook isn't the kind of man that exaggerates I've seen enough of his type to know that. And he told me about your reception last night at the Widow Peasley's.
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