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Off Minot's was the turning buoy, with just room, as it was considered, for one vessel at a time to pass safely in that sea. O'Donnell figured that the tide being high there was easily room for two, and then breasted up to the Withrow, outside of her and with the rocks just under his quarter.
Old Withrow had preceded his daughter, stumbling along the flume path, muttering sullenly. All his groundless elation had suddenly turned to equally groundless wrath. Having allied himself in a stupid, servile way with Forrester, he clung to the alliance and its feeble reflected glory with all the tenacity of ignorance.
Withrow, who was not over-liberal with his holidays, said I might go mostly, I suspect, because Alice Foster had said she would not make the trip without Nell, and Nell would not go unless I went too. Then Nell and Miss Foster went on with the business of weighing themselves. That was in line with the latest fad.
But he would have given the spring and all springs to come for Kathleen Somers, and the bitter kernel of it was that he knew it. The nurse was visibly trembling. You see, Kathleen Somers's heart had never been absolutely right. It was a terrible responsibility to let her patient face Withrow. Still, neither she nor any other woman could have held Withrow off.
There was no great pretense of grief. Mother Withrow looked at the dead face a while, supporting her elbow with one knotted hand, and grasping her weather-beaten jaw with the other. Perhaps her silence would have been the strangest feature of it all to him, if he could have known.
He couldn't get down by way of the hatches they were battened down but he dropped into the forec's'le and, before anybody knew what he was up to, he had slipped through the forehold and into the mainhold and there he saw where they had hurriedly put back the flooring, and he also saw extra barrels of sand tiered low for further stiffening of the Withrow.
Withrow, I'm telling you, isn't fit to wash the gurry off Maurice's jack-boots. I'm a careless man, Miss Foster, and in my life I've done things I wish now I hadn't, but I draw the line above the head of a man like Withrow. Whatever I am, I'm too good to be company for Fred Withrow.
"Witness in the Withrow murder case, pros'cuting 'torney," said the bailiff over his shoulder, by way of introduction, as he disappeared through the door. Melissa looked at the newcomer, trembling and dumb. "Come in here, my girl," he said, steaming ahead of her through a door in front of them; "come right in here. Is it pretty hot up your way?"
At any rate, after the girls had gone, he worked himself into a fine bit of temper, and I talked back at him, and the end of it was that he discharged me or 1 quit I'm not sure which. I do know that it was rapid-fire talk while it lasted. It was some satisfaction to me to tell Withrow just about what I did think of him before I went.
Duncan, who, with a life line about him, was clinging to a bitt aft, and watching things with tight lips, a drawn face and shiny eyes. We listened to hear what else he might have to say. But he didn't realize at once what it meant. His eyes and his mind were on the Lucy Foster. "What d'y'think of the Lucy and the Withrow, Tommie?" Mr. Duncan said next.
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