"Goodness! He is your uncle, too, isn't he?" and a flush of embarrassment came into his bronzed cheek. "I had forgotten he was Cap'n Abe's brother. He is so different!"
"Isn't he?" responded Louise demurely. "He doesn't look anything like
Uncle Abram, at least."
"I should say not!" ejaculated Lawford. "Do you know, he's an awfully—er—romantic looking old fellow. Looks just as though he had stepped out of an old print"
"The frontispiece of a book about buccaneers, for instance?" she suggested gleefully.
"Well," and he smiled down upon her from his superior height, "I wasn't sure you would see it that way."
"Do you know," she told him, still laughing, "that Betty Gallup calls him nothing but 'that old pirate.' She has taken a decided dislike to him and I have to keep smoothing her ruffled feathers. And, really, Cap'n Amazon is the nicest man."
"I bet he's seen some rough times," Lawford rejoined with vigor. "We used to think Cap'n Abe told some stretchers about his brother; but Cap'n Amazon looks as though he had been through all that Cap'n Abe ever told about—and more."
"Oh, he's not so very terrible, I assure you," Louise said, much amused.
"Did you notice the scar along his jaw? Looks like a cutlass stroke to me. I'd like to know how he came by it. It must have been some fight!"
"You will make him out a much more terrible character than he can possibly be."