The boy looked curiously at his father.
"D'ye s'pose yer mother'll be waitin' fer us?"
"Most likely."
The captain shifted uneasily, and clutched the wheel with a firmer grip.
"Say, Eben, it was too bad that gal got hurt last night, wasn't it?"
The boy started, and gave his father a quick look. Then his eyes dropped.
"What girl, dad? Ye never told me about it."
"But don't ye know, Eben?"
"Know what?"
"Quit yer nonsense. Didn't ye hear about that gal who came up river with us gittin' hurt?"