While they worked, the afternoon sun drifted down the western sky till its level rays were flame lances laid across the harbor. A fishing craft at anchor in mid-stream hoisted her sails with a creak and rattle of blocks and drifted down the channel with the tide. The wheeling gulls dropped, one by one, to the water; or they lurched off to some quiet cove to spend the night. Their harsh cries came less frequently, were less persistent. The wind had swung around, and it was fetching now from the water a cold and salty chill. There was a smell of cooking in the air, and the smoke from the Nathan Ross’ galley, and the cool smell of the sea mingled with the strong odor of the oil in the casks ranked at the end of the pier.
The sun had touched the horizon when Joel at last rose to go. Asa got up with him, dropped a hand on the young man’s shoulder. They passed the contrivance called a “woman’s tub”; and Asa, at sight of it, seemed to be minded of something. He stopped, and checked Joel, and with eyes twinkling, pointed to the tub. “Will you be wishful to take that on the cruise, Joel?” he asked, and looked up sidewise at the younger man, and chuckled.
Joel’s brown cheeks were covered with slow fire; but his voice was steady enough when he replied. “It’s a kind offer, sir,” he said. “I know well what store you set by that tub.”
“Will you be wanting it?” Asa still insisted.
“I’ll see,” said Joel quietly. “I will see.”
III
The brothers of the House of Shore had been, on the whole, slow to take to themselves wives. Matt had never married, nor Noah, nor Mark. John had a wife for the weeks he was at home before his last cruise; but he did not take her with him on that voyage, and there was no John Shore to carry on the name.
John Shore’s widow was called Rachel. She had been Rachel Holt; and her sister’s name was Priscilla. Rachel was one of those women who suggest slumbering fires; she was slow of speech, and quiet, and calm.... But John Shore and Mark had both loved her; and when she married John, Mark laughed a hard and reckless laugh that made the woman afraid. John and Mark never spoke, one to another, after that marriage.