She extended her hand. Captain Cy hesitated.
“Hadn't you better wait a spell?” he asked. “You've heard that swab call me partner. Hadn't—”
“No; I don't know what your trouble is, of course, and I certainly shan't mention it to anyone. But whatever it is I'm sure you are right and it's not your fault. Now will you shake hands?”
The captain did not answer. He merely took the proffered hand, shook it heartily, and strode off into the dark.
CHAPTER XII
“TOWN-MEETIN'”
“This is goin' to be a meMOriable town meetin'!” declared Sylvanus Cahoon, with unction, rising from the settee to gaze about him over the heads of the voters in the townhall. “I bet you every able-bodied man in Bayport 'll be here this forenoon. Yes, sir! that's what I call it, a me-MO-riable meetin'!”
“See anything of Cy?” inquired Josiah Dimick, who sat next to Sylvanus.
“No, he ain't come yet. And Heman ain't here, neither. Hello! there's Tad. Looks happy, seems to me.”