"Me and Madge runs her," returned Horble.
"Do you mean to say she pully-hauls your damn ropes?" exclaimed Gregory.
"Yes," said Horble. "What's twenty tons between the two of us?"
"And cooks?" said Gregory.
"And cooks," said Horble.
"You don't believe in lapping your wife in luxury!" exclaimed Gregory.
"Madge and I talked it over," said Horble. "I was for trading ashore, but her heart was set on the schooner. I can make twice the money this way and please her in the bargain."
"I know she can sail a boat against anybody," said Gregory, wincing at the remark.
Horble spat in the water and said nothing. His fat, broad back said, plainer than words: "You're an intruder! Get out!"
"I believe she's aboard this very minute," said Gregory with a strange smile.