The Dixie’s captain drew in the lines that held the barge to the pier. Mr. Morgan, followed by Sheridan and Willie, stepped from the tug to the lighter.
“Your name is——” said Mr. Morgan, hesitating.
“Jensen,” replied the captain of the Dixie.
“Ah, yes. I had forgotten. Well, Jensen, this gentleman wants to buy a lighter. We’d like to sell the Dixie. But he won’t take her until he has looked her over well and seen how she behaves under tow.”
“She’s a good boat,” said Jensen, with the customary pride of a sailor in his craft. “There ain’t none better afloat.”
“I told him so, but he wants to be shown.”
“We’ll show him.”
Meantime the tug had gotten under way, and was drawing out of the dock, with the Dixie fast beside her. Once clear of the pier, her captain turned down-stream.
Sheridan remained on deck for a time, apparently watching the movement of the boat through the water. Then he turned to Jensen. “How’s her cabin?” he asked.
“Snuggest little cabin on the East River,” replied Jensen. “Step in and have a look.”