"'Tis real!" he blazed.
"'Tis but a thing o' fancy."
"Ay, fancy! A thing o' fancy! 'Tis fancy that makes it real."
"An' you—a coward?"
Terry sighed.
"Ay, sir," said he, ashamed.
"Terry Lute," said Skipper Tom, gravely, now perceiving, "is you been fosterin' any fear o' the sea?"
"Ay, sir."
Skipper Tom's eye flashed in horrified understanding. He rose in contempt and wrath.
"Practicin' fear o' the sea?" he demanded.