“What have you come home for?” he inquired, ignoring the hand and eyeing him from head to foot.
“Change,” said Jack Nugent, laconically, as the smile left his face.
The captain shrugged his shoulders and stood silent. His son looked first up the road and then down.
“All well at home?” he inquired.
“Yes.”
Jack Nugent looked up the road again.
“Not much change in the town,” he said, at length.
“No,” said his father.
“Well, I'm glad to have seen you,” said his son. “Good-bye.”
“Good-bye,” said the captain.