“All right. So long.”
“So long.”
At seven o'clock, after supper, Captain Fargo was hailed by Henry Smiley.
“How are you, Henry? Glad to see you. You haven't been around much lately.”
“No, too busy.”
“On your way up-town?”
“No, just been. I ran out of tobacco and went up to get some. I generally live on the schooner, you know. I have no other place to go to. That's the devil of it, Cap'n, when you get to be my age without a home or a near relation. There isn't a soul that cares anything about me.”
“I guess you need some supper. Come in with us, 'tain't all cold yet.”
“That wouldn't help any. I've had enough to eat.”
“What do you mean by talking about your age? You're young yet.”