In that mood he would have avoided Captain Zoradus Wass if he had spied

that boisterously cheerful mariner in season. But the captain had him by

the arm and was dancing him about the sidewalk, showing more affability

than was his wont.

"Heifers o' Herod! youngster," shouted the grizzled master, "have you

come looking for me?"

"No," faltered Mayo. "Did you want to see me?"

"Have worn taps off my boots to-day chasing from shipping commissioner's

office to every hole and corner along the water-front. Heard you had

quit aboard a yacht, and reckoned you had got sensible again and wanted

real work."

"If you had asked down among the fish-houses you might have got on track

of me, sir." Mayo's tone was somber.

"Fish! You fishing?" demanded Captain Wass, with incredulity.

"Yes, and on a chartered smack at that--shack-fishing on shares!" Mayo

was sourly resolved to paint his low estate in black colors. "And I have

concluded it's about all I'm fit for."

"That's fine, seaman-like talk to come from a young chap I have trained

up to master's papers, giving him two years in my pilot-house. I was

afraid you were going astern, you young cuss, when I heard you'd gone

skipper of a yacht, but I didn't think it was as bad as all this."

"My yachting business is done, sir."

"Thank the bald-headed Nicodemus! There's hopes of you. Did anybody tell

you I've been looking for you?"

"No, sir!"

"Glad of it. Now I can tell you myself. Do you know where I am now?"

"I heard you were on a Vose line freighter, sir."

"Don't know who told you that--but it wasn't Ananias. You're right.

She's the old Nequasset, handed back to me again because I'm the

only one who understands her cussed fool notions. First mate got drunk

yesterday and broke second mate's leg in the scuffle--one is in jail and

t'other in the hospital, and never neither of 'em will step aboard any

ship with me again. I sail at daybreak, bade to the Chesapeake for steel

rails. Got your papers?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Come along. You're first mate."

"Do you really want me, sir?"

"Want you? Confound it all, I've got you! In about half a day I'll have

all the yacht notions shaken out of you and the fish-scales stripped

off, and then you'll be what you was when I let you go--the smartest

youngster I ever trained."




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