Mrs. Spencer appeared in the kitchen doorway. “No, she ain't here.”
“Why, I just saw her a minute or so ago.”
“She said it was hot in the kitchen and stepped outside. What is it you want?”
“Cap'n Smiley'd like some more pie.”
“All right, I 'll get it for him.”
Dick bolted the second helping in the silence that had enveloped him since the meal began. Then he got up, said something about the schooner that nobody quite understood, and left the house.
Matters were going slowly at the wharf.
There was still a small pile of timber, and another of shingles waiting to be loaded. So far as Dick could see, Harper seemed to be directing the work.
“What are you doing there, Pink?” he demanded, in a tone that made Pink look curiously at him before replying.
“Loadin' up.”