"Come now, my good man, what do you say?" Clancy got that off without so much as a smile. "But you couldn't make it seventy-five now, could you? No, I didn't mean that quite, though I've been out the dock in Gloucester of a Saturday noon and back again to the dock of a Tuesday noon--three days--and shared two hundred dollars--not as skipper, mind you, but just as hand. There now, I hope you're not going to get angry. Hadn't we better have another little touch? But I can see myself in a suit of white duck, touching my cap, and saying, 'Aye, aye, sir,' to some slob--no reference to you, mind you--but some slob in a uniform that's got a yacht, not because he loves the sea, but because he wants to butt in somewhere--who lives aboard his yacht just the same as he does in his house ashore--electric bells, baths, servants, barber and all--and hugs the shore so close that he gets the morning paper as regularly as when he's at home. When that kind go yachting all they miss are the tables on the lawn and the automobiles going by the door. They even have canary-birds--some of them--in cages. Yes, and wouldn't be caught twenty miles off shore--no, not even in a summer's breeze for--And where would he be in a winter's gale? I can see myself rowing a gig with somebody like that in the stern giving orders and fooling--well, some simple-minded women folks, maybe, who know as much of the sea as they do of the next world--most of them--fooling them into believing that he's a devil--yes, a clean devil on the water. Seventy a month for that?--couldn't you make it seventy-five?" "You don't mean to say that----" "Yes," said Clancy, "I do. I'd rather stick to fishing than--but here's a shoot and let's call the quartermaster's job off." Minnie Arkell chimed in here. "A real fisherman, you must remember, Mr. Keith, doesn't care much for yachting because--leaving out the question of wages, for he does make more at fishing--he can remain a fisherman and yet be independent." "You mean they don't have to take orders as if they were on a yacht, Mrs. Miner?"