"I came to find Jim Carron, Kattie. I suppose you haven't seen him about anywhere?"
"I saw some one walking up along," said Kattie, "but it was too dark to see who it was."
"Jim, I'll be bound. Good night, Mrs. Rimmer! Good night, Kattie! I'll be in again in a day or two." And he set off in haste the way he had come.
A few minutes' quick walking showed him a dim figure strolling along the higher causeway of dried seaweed and drift, and kicking it up disconsolately at times, just as he used to do as a boy when seeking treasure.
"That you, Jim?" And the figure stopped.
"Hello!--what--you, Mr. Eager?"
"Just me. I came to look for you. Kattie told me you'd come on----"
"Kattie?"
"Well, she said she'd seen some one pass, and I guessed it was you. I've been in having a talk with Jack, my boy, and I wanted to see you too." And he linked arms and went on.
"Yes?"