“I couldn’t help laughin’ to think of Withrow, too. I never did partic’larly like Withrow, either. What does he think, d’y’ s’pose, Mr. Duncan?” “Withrow? M-m-- I wouldn’t want to say. But I know what I’d think if it happened to one of my vessels, and I know what I’d say--and what I’d do, too.” “And what’s that now, Mr. Duncan?” “If it was one of my vessels, I’d see that the next vessel I built went to a skipper that ran a little more to seamanship and not quite so much to strategy.” “That’s if she’s to go fishin’?” commented Wesley. “Of course--if she’s to go fishing,” agreed Mr. Duncan. “That’s me, too--a little plain, ordinary seamanship for me. But I’ll be goin’, I think. That oughter be a pretty good story to tell up the street--hah, what? And John Rose-- I think I’ll have to write a letter to John Rose about it. Yes, I think that’s worth a little note to John--hah, what? Yes. But first I think I’ll tell ’em up the street, for cert’nly up to the rooms they’ll all admire to hear about Fred Glover and his strategy. Yes, sir, Fred and his strategy--ho, ho, ho, strategy!” and out the door and up the street went Wesley. Dory-Mates Martin Carr’s dory-mate having just stepped on deck, the forec’s’le gang began to question Martin about him. In the fast run-off to the grounds, with everybody trying to catch up on sleep, there had been small time to get acquainted; but the general opinion seemed to be that ’twas rather a delicate-looking lad. “That’s what,” summed up an unquestionably able-looking fisherman who was overhauling a tub of trawls. “He _don’t_ look hardly rugged enough to go winter trawlin’. D’y’ think he do, yourself, Martin?” ’Twas put in all good-nature, as Martin himself well knew; but it was not in Martin to allow even moderate criticism of a friend pass without retort, and so his “I never knew before ’twas looks made a man” went flying back to the lee lockers. The man on the lockers smoothed out a snarled ganging ere he came back with “Now, now, Martin, we all know ’tisn’t looks alone, but leave it to yourself--don’t looks go a great ways toward your judgment of a man? Afore ever you _know_ what a man is, don’t the cut of his mouth or the set of his jaw, and the way he looks out of his eyes at you, have a lot to do with how far you’d trust him? Don’t it?” “Sure, it does,” replied Martin. “But d’y’ mean to say this lad hasn’t good eyes and mouth and jaw?”