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"Ask him," repeated Johnny Lark. "He is cousin of our captain. He knows if anybody knows what is the trouble with the Seamew." And he shook his head. Eunez stared at him. "You know something you do not tell me, Juan?" "Ask 'Rion Latham," the cook said again, and left her at the door of the church.
But this night was one time when Sheila Macklin thought almost altogether of herself and her personal difficulties. Her present and acknowledged love for the young captain of the Seamew had been of no mushroom growth. She might not say, as Tunis did, that she had fallen in love at first sight.
"If the Seamew is a Jonahed schooner, it is because of something different. Yes!" "Bah!" cried Eunez, yet with continued eagerness. "Tell me what it may be if it is not that girl with the evil eye?" "Ask 'Rion Latham," whispered Johnny. "You know him huh?" The Portygee girl looked for a moment rather taken aback. Then she said, tossing her head: "What if I do know 'Rion?"
"Really," she said, with downcast glance, as the man got into step beside her, "I don't feel that I know you well enough to talk to you at all, Mister Mister " "My name's Tunis Latham. I'm owner and skipper of the schooner Seamew. I live right handy to your uncle and aunt." "Goodness! You don't mean I've got an uncle and aunt down there on the Cape? I never heard of them."
The crew of the Seamew watched her until she had her anchor up, and then, at the impatient suggestion of Henry, who was stage managing, went below. "Are you satisfied now?" inquired Wilson in a low voice, as Captain Gething, with a wisdom born of years, went slowly below. "Quite," breathed Annis softly. "I'm not," said Wilson, in tones full of meaning.
The reaction she experienced after having successfully met and become acquainted with Aunt Lucretia put Sheila in high spirits. Tunis had never seen her in quite this mood. Although she was always cheerful and not a little gay about the Ball homestead, she suddenly achieved a spirit of sportiveness which surprised the captain of the Seamew. But he wholly liked and approved of this new mood.
Nevertheless, when the Seamew had unloaded and been warped to a berth in an outer tier of small craft to await her turn to load barrels and box shooks for a concern at Paulmouth, Captain Tunis started up into the city. He knew his way about Boston as well as any one not a native, and his first objective point was that restaurant on Scollay Square.
He agreed, and they set off in high fettle just before noon, expecting to return before dark. Sheila was upstairs dusting when, not long after the noon hour, she saw from one of the windows the spread canvas of the Seamew there was no mistaking the schooner making through the channel into the cove. "Tunis is coming! Tunis is coming! Tunis is coming soon!"
Had Tunis not been steering the Seamew through a pretty tortuous channel at just that moment there is no knowing what he would have done spurred by Sheila's look! Wreckers' Head so shelters the cove from the northeast that the schooner could be brought safely in to Luiz Wharf, instead of dropping her anchor in deep water.
"Henry, help me off with these hatches." He was down on his knees with the boy unfastening them, while the mate, having lit a lantern, ran forward to rouse the men. The Frolic was now but twenty yards astern. "Ahoy! schooner, ahoy!" bawled Wilson, running suddenly to the side. "Halloa!" came a hoarse voice. "Are you full up?" shouted the master of the Seamew. "No," came the roar again.
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