It was not at all funny to Galusha. Nor strange. The light keeper tugged
at his beard and his shaggy brows drew together. “I don't know's I did
right to let go of that stock of mine, after all,” he said, slowly.
“Don't know as I did, no.”
Galusha asked him why.
“Because I don't know as I did, that's all. If I'd hung on I might have
got more for it. Looks to me as if Raish's crowd, whoever they are, are
mighty anxious to buy. And the Denboro Trust Company folks might bid
against 'em if 'twas necessary. They've got too much of that stock to
let themselves be froze out. Humph!... Humph! I ain't sure as I did
right.”
“But--but you did get a profit, Captain Hallett. The profit
you--ah--expected.”
“Humph! I got a profit, but how do I know 'twas the profit Julia meant?
I ought to have gone and asked her afore I sold, that's what I ought to
have done, I cal'late.”
He frowned heavily and added, in a tone of gloomy doubt: “I presume
likely I've been neglectin' things--things like that, lately, and that's
why punishments are laid onto me. I suppose likely that's it.”
Galusha, of course, did not understand, but as the captain seemed to
expect him to make some remark, he said: “Oh--ah--dear me! Indeed?
Ah--punishments?”
“Yes. I don't know what else they are. When your own flesh and blood--”
He stopped in the middle of his sentence, sighed, and added: “Well,
never mind. But I need counsel, Mr. Bangs, counsel.”
Again Galusha scarcely knew what to say.
“Why--ah--Captain Hallett,” he stammered, “I doubt if my advice would be
worth much, really, but such as it is I assure you it--”
Captain Jethro interrupted.
“Counsel from this earth won't help me any, Mr. Bangs,” he declared.
“It's higher counsel that I need. Um-hm, higher.”
He walked away without saying more. Galusha wondered what had set him
off upon that tack. That afternoon, while in the village, he met Nelson
Howard and the latter furnished an explanation. It seemed that the young
man had been to see Captain Jethro, had dared to call at the light with
the deliberate intention of seeing and interviewing him on the subject
of his daughter. The interview had not been long, nor as stormy as
Nelson anticipated; but neither had it been satisfactory.
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