There was a moment's silence during which the Captain looked aft at the reclining form of Mrs. Holbrook. She sat reading in the shade of the after awning with a rug over her feet to keep off the chill of the autumn air.
"Did youse ever hear of the sanctified people?" asked Jubiter John, presently.
The Captain had not.
"Well, they live down near the Jubiter Inlet where I used to run. There's one o' the fellers ashore here now an' he wants to go back home. It would be a mighty big accommodation if youse could take him with youse—don't youse think it could be done, hey? He'd pay a little."
"How much?" asked the Captain, slightly interested.
"Well, I can't say in money, but then his services air wuth somethin'. He's an all round able man, an' he'll say the prayers fer yer."
"I see," said the Captain, with a grunt.
"There's nothin' doin'?"
"Nix," said the Captain, shortly.
"Well, naow, that's too bad. But think it over, Cap'n, think it over."