“For the reason I told you.” He was looking away from her.
“Look at me, Uncle Josiah.”
“Can’t just now, Beth. I’m watching–––”
“Oh, please tell me all about it!”
“There ain’t nothing more to tell.”
“You did not leave the Jennie P. in dry-dock for repairs!” she cried with apprehension.
He did not reply, but tightly gripped the hand which had been slipped into his.
“Tell me, please!” she implored. “You said a little while ago that you were singing to keep up your spirits. Something dreadful has happened. Did you wreck your boat?”
“Hey? Me wreck the Jennie P.? I tell you honest, Beth, there ain’t nothing–––”