"Hum! . . . W-e-e-ll. . . . One time when I was a little shaver, Sam, down to the fishhouse, I tried on a pair of Cap'n Jabe Kelly's rubber boots. You remember Cap'n Jabe, Sam, of course. Do you remember his feet?"
The captain chuckled. "My dad used to say Jabe's feet reminded him of a couple of chicken-halibut."
"Um-hm. . . . Well, I tried on his boots and started to walk across the wharf in em. . . ."
"Well, what of it? Gracious king! hurry up. What happened?"
"Eh? . . . Oh, nothin' much, only seemed to me I'd had half of my walk afore those boots began to move."
Captain Hunniwell enjoyed the story hugely. It was not until his laugh had died away to a chuckle that its application to the bank situation dawned upon him.
"Umph!" he grunted. "I see. You cal'late that Lute Small will fill Gus Howes' job about the way you filled those boots, eh? You may be right, shouldn't wonder if you was, but we've got to have somebody and we've got to have him now. So I guess likely we'll let Lute sign on and wait till later to find out whether he's an able seaman or a—a—"
He hesitated, groping for a simile. Mr. Winslow supplied one.
"Or a leak," he suggested.
"Yes, that's it. Say, have you heard anything from Leander Babbitt lately?"