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He was ungallant enough to contemplate a raid upon hers; she, with a rare thoughtfulness, had already eaten it. He went to the "Thorn," and had some cold salt beef, and cursed the ingenious Nibletts, now on his way to London, sky-high. Mrs. Banks came in the next evening with her daughter, and condoled with the housekeeper on the affliction which had already been noised about Seabridge. Mrs.
Then Captain Flower, after descending to the cabin to make the brief shore-going toilet necessary for Seabridge society, turned to give a last word to the mate. "I'm not one to care much what's said about me, Jack," he began, by way of preface. "That's a good job for you," said Fraser, slowly.
Indeed, with a common foe in the person of Ben, the crew adjusted their own differences, and by the time Seabridge was in sight were united by all the fearful obligations of a secret society of which Joe was the perpetual president. Captain Barber, with as much mourning as he could muster at such short notice, was waiting on the quay.
Menfolk working in their cottage gardens saluted him as he passed, and the occasional whiteness of a face at the back of a window indicated an interest in his affairs on the part of the fairer citizens of Seabridge.
"You've left him on the Foam, I suppose?" said Poppy, seeing that she was expected to speak. "No; farther back than that," was the response. "Seabridge?" queried the girl, with an air of indifference. Fraser regarded her with an expression of studied sadness. "Not so far back as that," he said, softly. Miss Tyrell manifested a slight restlessness. "Is it a sort of riddle?" she demanded.
"I shall be all right," said Flower, confidently, as they entered the river the following afternoon and sailed slowly along the narrow channel which wound its sluggish way through an expanse of mud-banks to Seabridge. The mate, who was suffering from symptoms hitherto unknown to him, made no reply.
"Yes, sir," said Joe, dutifully, and as they moved slowly back along the road gave him the latest information about Seabridge and the Foam. "The Swallow's just come up in the tier," he concluded; "and if you want to see Mr. Fraser, I'll go and see if he's aboard."
A little later the men went ashore, and strolling aimlessly up and down the road, passed the time in waiting for the ceremony and making sudden dashes after small boys who were throwing at their hats and hitting their heads. Seabridge itself was quiet, but Mrs. Banks' house was in a state of ferment.
His good spirits lasted all the way to Seabridge, and, the schooner berthed, he went cheerfully off home. It was early afternoon when he arrived, and, Captain Barber being out, he had a comfortable tête
"What about Harris?" he suggested. "I don't like Harris's ways," said Barber, slowly. "Well, what about Fletcher?" said Nibletts. "Fletcher's ways are worse than wot Harris's ways are," commented Captain Barber. "I can understand you being careful," said Captain Nibletts; "she's the prettiest little craft that ever sailed out of Seabridge. You can't be too careful.".
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