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"We want to talk with ye." "Heave to!" ordered Code, and the Charming Lass came up into the wind just as the stranger accomplished the same maneuver. They were now less than fifty yards away and the man again leveled his megaphone. "Is that the Charming Lass out of Freekirk Head?" he shouted. "Yes." "Captain Code Schofield in command?" "Yes." "Bound to the Banks on a fishin' cruise?" "Yes."
Green raised makes such a thing impossible. Now, I want to tell you something. "I belong in Freekirk Head, and you have all known me since I was little. Hard-luck Jim Mallaby belonged in Freekirk Head and made his money out of the island.
Well, her gasoline-tank was full and her batteries new. She was ready to go two hundred miles on a minute's notice." "But why should he do that " "Oh, think, Pete, think! Don't you remember? He's one of the men I went up to Castalia to get, the time that lawyer came to Freekirk Head. And he's the only man in the whole crew I don't know well. I see it all now.
At the start of the season it had been expected that Nat Burns in the Nettie B. would prove a strong contender for premier honors, but, because of his ceaseless efforts to drive home his revenge, Nat had done very little fishing and therefore could not possibly be in the market. Other Freekirk Head men shrugged their shoulders at this.
"You here!" he gasped, taking her hands in his big rough ones and gripping them tight. The impulse to draw her to him in an embrace was almost irresistible, for not only was she lovely in the extreme, but she was from Freekirk Head and home, and his soul had been starved with loneliness and the ceaseless repetition of his own thoughts. "Yes," she replied in her gentle voice, "I am here.
"And mind, Elsa, I'd been warned by all the wiseacres in Freekirk Head that my sticks would carry away sometime in a gale o' wind. Nat banked on that, too, and it shows how clever he was, forever since the May sank I've had men tell me I shouldn't have carried four lowers that day. "He planned to weaken me where I needed sail most and he succeeded.
He's an old sailor now, but if he lives to be a hundred and fifty he'll never be a good one. I could beat his vessel if I was on a two-by-four with a pillow-case for a mains'l. I can't understand why he has turned against me." "It isn't only he, it's " "I know it!" he burst out passionately. "It's the whole island of Grande Mignon from Freekirk Head to Southern Cross.
From the broad veranda of Mallaby House the view extended a dozen miles to sea. Beneath the hill on which the mansion stood the village of Freekirk Head nestled against the green. Now the dim, yellow lights of its many lamps glowed in the darkness and edged the crescent of stony beach where washed the cold waters of Flag's Cove.
A quarter of a mile east lay the wharfs, the general store, and some of the best dwellings in Freekirk Head. Ahead of him in the road he could see lanterns bobbing, and the illuminated legs of the men who carried them running. Behind he heard the muffled pound of boots in thick dust, and the hoarse panting of others racing toward the scene of the trouble. Freekirk Head was up in arms.
Seven schooners sailed with him that day, and, at the end of nine weeks, the Lass weighed anchor and charged home with the first halibut that had come into Freekirk Head in years. On this trip, when he was left in peace, Code displayed all the remarkable "nose" for fish that his father had had before him.
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