The _Opelousas Queen_ was now plowing steadily up-stream, far above Baton Rouge, meeting the crest of the greatest flood she had ever known in all her days upon the turbid waterway. Her master now, surly but none the less interested, out of sheer curiosity in this strange visitor, sat looking at him without present speech. "Are you a married man, Captain Wilson?" said Eddring. "Have a cigar with me, won't you?" "What difference is it to you?" said Wilson, waving aside the courtesy. "Yes; but _are_ you?" "Wife died six years ago," said Wilson, gruffly. The muscles ridged up along his jaw as he closed his lips tightly. "Any children?" said Eddring. "Daughter, eighteen years old; and a beauty, if I do say it." "I reckon you love her some, don't you, Captain? Thought a heap of your wife, too, maybe, didn't you?" Wilson half-rose, one hand upon his chair back, as he pounded on the table in front of him with the other. "Now look here, Mister Who- ever-you-are, I've stood a lot of foolishness from you already," said he, "but those are my matters, and not yours. Get on out of here." Yet Eddring only looked at him smiling, and into his eyes there came a flash of pleasure. "I'm mighty glad to hear you say those very words, Captain," said he; "because now I know you'd do anything in the world to help a good girl out of trouble, or to keep her out of it. Now, about the law. I'm sure, Captain, you believe in the higher law--the supreme law-- the chivalry of the southern man, don't you?" Wilson waved him away again, but still gazed at him curiously. "Now listen, Captain," Eddring persisted. "I am listening," blurted out Wilson. "Say, man, if I had your nerve, and what I know about poker on this river, I'd own the country." "But listen--" "No. I just want to set here and admire you a few minutes before I tell the deck-hands to throw you into the river." "Captain," said Eddring, pulling up his chair, "after I'm done with what I have on hand, you may throw me into the river, if you like. I don't think it will make much difference. But now, don't you think you're running this boat. The real commander of this boat, Captain Wilson, is the supreme law of this land--that law under which the gentlemen of the South are bound at any time and all times to give courtesy and comfort to a woman when she needs them." Wilson looked at him mutely, the muscles on his jaw straining up again. He jerked his head toward the aft state-rooms with a gesture of query. Eddring nodded. "She's a beauty, too," said Wilson, sighing. "Reminds me of my own wife, the way she used to look--the way my own girl looks now. You're a lucky man." "Captain Wilson, I don't figure in this thing personally at all. But now I'll tell you the whole story, and let you decide for yourself."