“Let me interduce you,” suggested the Captain.
“Thank you, I’d better run along and help those in the house.”
But she failed to suit the action to the word, and for the simple reason that the gaze of two perfectly normal young people became normally entangled. At length, a flood of color crept slowly into the girl’s cheeks, and she smiled.
“I––I beg your pardon for–––” began the minister.
“Here, young feller,” cut in the Captain as Mr. McGowan turned away, “I want to interduce you to my best friend, Miss Elizabeth Fox. This here is the new minister, Beth, Mack McGowan.”
Elizabeth cordially extended her hand. “I’ve been hearing very interesting stories about your prowess, Mr. McGowan.”
“I trust they are true.”
“Indeed, they are. Captain Pott told me.”
“I did make quite an impression on him,” replied Mr. McGowan as he looked at the seaman’s swollen eyelids. “I fear you’ve heard prejudiced accounts of me.”