“I’m glad you came, Will,” said the captain.
“Ay, and so am I. ’Tis many a year since first we clasped hands in old Amsterdam, Myles.”
“More years than there are months between this and our last hand clasp, friend.”
“God knows—God alone knows.”
“Mind you of that other moonlight night, Will, when you and I stood by my girl’s new-made grave, and you moved me to bury my revenge with her?”
“I’ve thought of it more than once to-night, more than once.”
“He’s dead.”
“What, your cousin?”
“Yes. The man that slighted my maid. He’s dead and buried.”