“Guess I can get away to-morrow some time.”
“You'll be around to-night, won't you? Mamie and the old lady 'll never forgive you if you go away without seeing us.”
“Why——”
“Look here, now, Badeau, I'm going to send Frank down with the rig, and fetch you up to supper.”
“No—I can't get away. Honest, I can't. I've got a big load here——”
“None of that now. You've got to come.”
“I can't do it, Mr. Banks. I would if I could.”
“Well, I s'pose you know. But Frank will be along for you right after supper, anyhow.”
Hunch walked quickly away. He was excited, and before returning to the schooner he strode a few blocks away from the river. He did not want his men to see him until he could get control of himself.
After supper he got out his good clothes and brushed them carefully. When young Banks drove down on the wharf and called to one of the men forward, Hunch was standing before his square tilted mirror, giving a last twist to his hair.