“Is—is he as wonderful as he seems?”
“Captain Brack is a remarkable man,” I replied.
“I thought he was wonderful when he was speaking,” she said falteringly. “But when he was gone I—it seemed different.”
“How different?”
“I don’t know just. I loved to listen while he was talking. But after he’d gone I felt relieved. It frightened me a little. That’s why I came out. What do you know about him?”
I was at loss for a reply. To tell her what I knew of Brack, of my first sight of him in the Seattle saloon, of what I had learned aboard the Wanderer, would serve to alarm her in an uncomfortable manner.
“Chanler selected him as his captain,” I said.
She gave an impatient toss to her shoulders as we walked on.
“Oh, that doesn’t mean anything. What sort of a man is he?”
“Very strong.”