He was waiting for the tiny sail to swing around and point northward. He was disappointed. He reached for the glass and took a long look--then lowered it, and smiled bitterly. There were two figures seated in the stern of the _Captain_. The _Schmidt_ was lying on the south side of the pier; and the wind enabled Dick to come easily up on the opposite side and make fast. It was late in the afternoon, and Dick released the two Swedes, both of whom had families on shore. Then he crossed the pier, between the high piles of lumber, and found Henry sitting quietly, as usual, in his cabin. To the older man's greeting Dick responded moodily. “I want to talk to you, Henry. What's my reputation, anyhow, among the boys? Do they call me mean, or a driver, or hard to get along with?” Henry looked at him curiously, and shook his head. “I never heard anything of that sort. Your row with Roche was the only thing, and I guess he was a poor stick.” “Well, I'm through with McGlory, too.” “Through with him?” Henry was startled. “You haven't discharged him?” “No, but I'm going to to-night. I've brought him back here, and he wants to stay, but I won't have him aboard another minute.” “What's the trouble?” Dick gave him the whole story, including the conversation between McGlory and Harper up in the straits. “I don't like the sound of it very well,” said Henry, when he had finished. “Couldn't you get on with him a little longer?” “After that?” “I know--there is some deviltry behind it. But still he is a good man. You 'll have hard work finding a better. And honest, I would kind of hate to face Cap'n Stenzenberger myself with this story.” “Why? I can't have a man around that's going to steal my schooner in my sleep.” “Oh, well, he could never do that again. I can't see what he was thinking of. Do you see into it at all?” Dick had been staring at the cabin table. At this question he raised his eyes, for an instant, with an odd expression. “I know all I want to. The whole thing is so outrageous that I am not going to try to follow it up.” “He talked to your man about a rake-off, didn't he?” Dick nodded. “What do you suppose he was going to rake?” Dick, whose eyes were lowered, and who was therefore unconscious of the pallor of his cousin's face, said nothing. “I know we don't look at some things quite the same, Dick,” Henry went on. “But if anybody on _my_ schooner is going to do any raking, he has got to see me first. A dollar's a dollar, my boy. When you are my age, you will think so too.” “I don't mix in this business.” “No more would I. But it seems to me, if McGlory's got some way of his own of making a little pile, and if you could have your share for just letting him stay aboard, you'd be sort of a fool not to do it.” “Excuse _me!_” Henry smiled indulgently. “There's nothing very bad in what you have told me. Of course, if there are things you _haven'_t told me, it might make a difference.” “You have the whole story.”