“All right,” said Captain Eri calmly. “I will. I'll tell her you're
bashful, but jest dyin' to be married, and that she can have you if she
only waits long enough.”
With this he turned on his heel and walked out.
“Hold on, Eri!” shouted the frantic Jerry. “Don't you do it! Don't you
tell her that! Land of love, Perez, do you s'pose he will?”
“I don't know,” was the answer in a disgusted tone. “You hadn't ought to
have been so pig-headed, Jerry.”
Captain Eri, with set teeth and determination written on his face,
walked straight to the dining-room door. Drawing a long breath, he
opened it and stepped inside. A woman, who had been sitting in Captain
Perez' rocker, rose as he entered.
The woman looked at the Captain and the Captain looked at her. She was
of middle age, inclined to stoutness, with a pair of keen eyes behind
brass-rimmed spectacles, and was dressed in a black “alpaca” gown that
was faded a little in places and had been neatly mended in others. She
spoke first.
“You're not Cap'n Burgess?” she said.
“No, ma'am,” said the Captain uneasily. “My name is Hedge. I'm a sort of
messmate of his. You're Miss Snow?”
“Mrs. Snow. I'm a widow.”
They shook hands. Mrs. Snow calmly expectant; the Captain very nervous
and not knowing how to begin.
“I feel as if I knew you, Cap'n Hedge,” said the widow, as the Captain
slid into his own rocker. “The boy on the depot wagon told me a lot
about you and Cap'n Ryder and Cap'n Burgess.”
“Did, hey?” The Captain inwardly vowed vengeance on his chum's
grandnephew. “Hope he gave us a clean bill.”
“Well, he didn't say nothin' against you, if that's what you mean. If he
had, I don't think it would have made much diff'rence. I've lived
long enough to want to find out things for myself, and not take folks'
say-so.”
The lady seeming to expect some sort of answer to this statement,
Captain Eri expressed his opinion that the plan of finding out things
for one's self was a good “idee.” Then, after another fidgety silence,
he observed that it was a fine evening. There being no dispute on this
point, he endeavored to think of something else to say. Mrs. Snow,
however, saved him the trouble.
“Cap'n Hedge,” she said, “as I'm here on what you might call a bus'ness
errand, and as I've been waitin' pretty nigh two hours already, p'raps
we'd better talk about somethin' besides fine evenin's. I've got to be
lookin' up a hotel or boardin' house or somewheres to stay to-night, and
I can't wait much longer. I jedge you got my letter and was expectin'
me. Now, if it ain't askin' too much, I'd like to know where Cap'n
Burgess is, and why he wa'n't at the depot to meet me.”
This was a leading question, and the Captain was more embarrassed than
ever. However, he felt that something had to be done and that it was
wisest to get it over with as soon as possible.
“Well, ma'am,” he said, “we--we got your letter all right, and, to tell
you the truth, we was at the depot--Perez and me and Jerry.”
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