Her employer's calm was unruffled.
“No-o,” he answered, with deliberation.
“That's a comfort. What's the matter, then; don't you WANT to talk?”
“No-o.”
“Oh,” with a toss of the head, “well, I'm glad I know. I was beginnin' to be afraid you'd forgotten how.”
The captain helped himself to another fried “tinker” mackerel.
“No danger of that around here, Rachel,” he said serenely. “So long as my hearin's good I couldn't forget—not in this house.”
Olive detained her grandson as he was following Captain Zelotes from the dining room.
“What's wrong with him, Albert?” she whispered. “Do you know?”
“No, I don't, Grandmother. Do you think there is anything wrong?”