Nancy's interest had redoubled. It had instantly centred itself on the man she had met in the Shagaunty forests. The lumber-jacks were forgotten.
"Yes." Bull nodded. "Do you know him?" There was eagerness in his question.
"I met him on the Shagaunty."
The man had produced a fresh cigar. But the renewed heavy rolling of the vessel delayed its lighting. Nancy gazed out to sea in some concern.
"It's getting worse," she said.
Bull struck a match and covered it with both hands.
"It seems that way," he replied indifferently. Then after a moment he looked up. His cigar was alight. "He's a great fellow—Father Adam," he said reflectively.
"He's just—splendid."
The girl's enthusiasm told Bull something of the thing he wanted to know.
"Yes," he said. "He's the best man I know. The world doesn't mean a thing to him. Why he's there I don't know, and I guess it's not my business anyway. But if God's mercy's to be handed to any human creature it seems to me it won't come amiss—Say!"