CHAPTER XVII—OLD TIES
THE next day Hunch was moody. The men were afraid of him, and it was after a long time of bracing his courage, that the mate came up to where Hunch was sitting on the rail.
“Cap'n,” he said, “she's all ready.”
“I know it.”
“Will we get under way? There's the tug coming in fifteen minutes.”
Hunch sat still, his fingers locked, looking out across the harbor.
“Mike,” he said, abruptly, “skip up to the office and telephone over for the tug to come to-morrow morning at seven o'clock.”
“Not till to-morrow——?”