“Where's that man of yours, my dear? Is he anywhere around?”
“What is it you want of him?”
“I want him to know our young man here. I think they're going to like each other. You tell him we want to see him.”
She hesitated; then with a suspicious glance around the group left the room.
In a moment McGlory appeared, a short, heavy-set man with high cheek-bones, a low, sloping forehead, and a curling black mustache. He nodded to Stenzenberger and Henry, and glanced at Dick.
“Joe,” said the lumber merchant, “shake hands with Cap'n Dick Smiley. He's the best sailor between here and Buffalo, and the only trouble with him is we can't get a mate good enough for him. A man's got to know his business to sail with Dick Smiley. Ain't that so, Henry?”
“I guess that's right.”
“And Henry tells me you're the man that can do it.”
This pleasantry had no visible effect on McGlory. He was looking Dick over.
“I don't know about that, Cap'n. I promised Madge I'd give up the Lake for good.”