They hurried to the war office, and the Governor shut the door, not to open it again until morning.
Dennis O’Hay went back to the tavern, and wondered and wondered.
“Faix, and this is a quare country, and no mistake,” said he. What would the Governor say to him?
Would he be the first to tell him that the ship had gone down?
He talked with taverners about the subject.
“I must break the news, gently like,” he said. “I would hate to hurt his heart.”
“He has lost ships before,” said one.
“His losses have made him a poor man,” said another. “But he marches right on in the way of duty, as though he owned the stars.”
Dennis fell asleep on the settle, wondering, and he must have dreamed wonderful dreams.