"No, you don't, my boy," said the captain, gently, and pushing Fred out of the room and upon the guards. "Emily shall do that. Below there!--Perkins, I've got to go uptown for an hour; see if you can't pick up freight to pay laying-up expenses somehow. Fred, go home and get your traps; 'How's the accepted time,' as your father-in-law has dinged at me, many a Sunday, from the pulpit." As Sam Crayne strode toward the body of the town, his business instincts took strong hold of his sentiments, in the manner natural alike to saints and sinners, and he laid a plan of operations against whisky which was characterized by the apparent recklessness but actual prudence which makes for glory in steamboat captains, as it does in army commanders. As was his custom in business, he first drove at full speed upon the greatest obstacles; so it came to pass he burst into his own house, threw his arm around his wife with more than ordinary tenderness, and then looking into her eyes with a daring born of utter desperation, said: "Emily, I came back to sign the strongest temperance-pledge that you can possibly draw up; Fred Macdonald wanted to write out one, but I told him that nobody but you should do it; you've earned the right to, poor girl." No such duty and surprise having ever before come hand-in-hand to Mrs. Crayme, she acted as every true woman will imagine that she herself would have done under similar circumstances, and this action made it not so easy as it might otherwise have been to see just where the pen and ink were, or to prevent the precious document, when completed, from being disfigured by peculiar blots which were neither fingermarks nor ink-spots, yet which in shape and size suggested both of these indications of unneatness. Mrs. Crayme was not an adept at literary composition, and, being conscious of her own deficiency, she begged that a verbal pledge might be substituted; but her husband was firm. "A contract won't steer worth a cent unless it's in writing, Emily," said he, looking over his wife's shoulder as she wrote. "Gracious, girl, you're making it too thin; _any_ greenhorn could sail right through that and all around it. Here, let _me_ have it." And Crayme wrote, dictating aloud to himself as he did so, "And the--party--of the first part--hereby agrees to--do everything--else that the--spirit of this--agreement--seems to the party--of the second--part to--indicate or--imply." This he read over to his wife, saying: "That's the way we fix contracts that aren't ship-shape, Emily; a steamboat couldn't be run in any other way." Then Crayme wrote at the foot of the paper, "Sam Crayme, Capt. Str. _Excellence_" surveyed the document with evident pride, and handed it to his wife, saying: "Now, you see, you've got me so I can't ever get out of it by trying to make out that 'twas some other Sam Crayme that you reformed."