“Now I wonder will I ever be married at all?” she said to herself, as she picked up a broom from the chimney-corner and began to sweep away the dirty sand which lay all over the floor.
Blueneck was sitting on the sea-wall, thinking regretfully of Habakkuk Coot, when Black’erchief Dick strode up and without speaking dropped down beside him.
Blueneck looked at his captain slily and without turning his head.
Dick was smiling sardonically and his knife slid in and out the slim white fingers of his right hand.
Blueneck considered it prudent to sit still and say nothing.
Dick did not speak for some time, and Blueneck began to get uneasy. Finally he rose to his feet as nonchalantly as he was able and started to stroll off down the beach.
Dick raised his eyes.
“Sit where you are, dog!” he said sharply.
Blueneck slid back to his place without a murmur.
The silence continued. At last, however, Dick put the knife back in his belt and turned his sharp eyes on his mate.