“Now then,” commanded Shadrach, “furl that umbrella and come along in here with me. I want you to make Mary-'Gusta understand that you've told me the whole business, about your tellin' her the Ed Farmer yarn and all. After that you can clear out, because I want to talk to her myself.” He opened the door and, still holding his captive by the arm, strode into the parlor. There he stood stock still, staring. Crawford held out his hand and the Captain found himself shaking it warmly. “Captain Gould,” he said, “I know now what I did not know until two weeks ago, how greatly my father wronged you and your partners. I know the whole miserable story. But, in spite of it, I am here because I love Mary and I want to marry her. She has told me that she loves me. I don't know how you feel about it, but I hope--” The Captain interrupted. “Wait a minute!” he ordered. “Heave to and come up into the wind a minute; let me get my bearin's. Young feller, if you're goin' to drop down out of the skies unexpected like this, you--Tut! tut! tut! Whew!” He waited a moment, then he said: “Mary-'Gusta, come here.” He held out his arms. She came to him and he held her close. “Is it so?” he asked. “Do you care for this young feller enough for that? Do you, Mary-'Gusta?” He put his finger beneath her chin and lifted her head to look down into her face. The face was crimson. “Do you, Mary-'Gusta?” he asked. Mary looked up, wet-eyed but smiling. “Yes, Uncle Shad,” she said, “I think I do.” “And you want to cruise in his company all your life, eh?” “Yes, Uncle Shad; but not unless you and Uncle Zoeth are willing.” He bent and kissed her. “Bless your heart, dearie,” he said, “it's all right. Zoeth and me were talkin' about this very thing a little while ago. And do you know what he said? He said: 'What wrecked all our lives thirty-five year ago shan't wreck these two, if I can help it. If Mary-'Gusta cares for him and he for her they shall have each other and be happy. And we'll be happy watchin' their happiness.' That's what he said. I don't know's I said 'Amen' exactly, but I thought it, anyhow. God bless you, Mary-'Gusta. Now you and Crawford go and see your Uncle Zoeth. He's down at the house. You just run along and tell him about it.” Mary turned to Mr. Chase. “Well, Isaiah,” she said, “haven't you anything to say to me?” Isaiah looked at Crawford and then at her. “I should say you'd better go somewheres, both of you, and get dry,” he said. “His overcoat's soakin' wet and your waist ain't much better. I--I--don't know what sort of--of congratulations or--or whatever they be I ought to say, but--but I hope you'll be terrible happy, Mary-'Gusta.” “Thank you, Isaiah,” laughed Mary. “Yes, you're welcome. Now, just let me talk to Cap'n Shad a minute.” He swung about and faced the Captain and in his eye was triumph great and complete.