"Never!" the skipper howled, in his best sea tones. "You're the last woman to coax and beg for him, if half what they tell me is true. He has abused you wuss'n he has any one else. If you and the rest ain't got any spunk, I have. You'll be one brother out if he comes slam-bangin' this way ag'in." She looked at him appealingly for a moment, then tiptoed over the fragments of the gate, and hurried away through the bridge. "You ain't no iron-clad, Kun'l Ward," muttered Sproul. "I'll hold ye next time." He set to work on the river-bank that afternoon, cutting saplings, trusting to the squall of the faithful parrots to signal the approach of passers. But the next day, when he was nailing the saplings to make a truly Brobdingnagian grid, one of the directors of the bridge company appeared to him. "We're not giving you license to let any one run toll on this bridge, you understand," said the director, "but this fighting Colonel Ward with our property is another matter. It's like fighting a bear with your fists. And even if you killed the bear, the hide wouldn't be worth the damage. He has got too many ways of hurting us, Cap'n. He has always had his own way in these parts, and he probably always will. Let him go. We won't get the toll, nor the fines, but we'll have our bridge left." "I was thinking of resigning this job," returned the Cap'n; "it was not stirrin' enough for a seafarin' man; but I'm sort of gittin' int'rested. How much will ye take for your bridge?" But the director curtly refused to sell. "All right, then," said the skipper, chocking his axe viciously into a sapling birch and leaving it there, "I'll fill away on another tack." For the next two weeks, as though to exult in his victory, the Colonel made many trips past the toll-house. He hurled much violent language at the Cap'n. The Cap'n, reinforced with his vociferous parrots, returned the language with great enthusiasm and volubility. Then came the day once more when the little woman sat down in a chair in the shade of the woodbine. "I took the first chance, Cap'n, while my brother has gone up-country, to come to tell you how much I appreciate your generous way of doing what I asked of you. You are the first man that ever put away selfish pride and did just what I asked." The seaman started to repudiate vigorously, but looked into her brimming eyes a moment, choked, and was silent. "Yes, sir, you're what I call noble, not to pay any attention to the boasts my brother is making of how he has backed you down." "He is, is he?" The Cap'n rolled up his lip and growled. "But I know just how brave you are, to put down all your anger at the word of a poor woman. And a true gentleman, too. There are only a few real gentlemen in the world, after all." The Cap'n slid his thumb into the armhole of his waistcoat and swelled his chest out a little.