"Don't you think they can?" demanded Tommy, squinting at him with one
eye tightly closed.
"Never saw one that could."
"Then pleathe look at me."
"By the way, Mr. McCarthy," called Mrs. Livingston, "did you mention
the name of our new captain, the one who owns and sails the boat?"
"That's so. I reckon I forgot that. He is known as Captain Bill. His
real name, I believe, is Cummings."
"You are quite sure that he is all right, are you, Mr. McCarthy?"
"Has a reputation second to none among the Portsmouth skippers. I took
care of that, knowing you were a lot of lone women and girls down
here. I didn't see him personally. Took my friend Lawyer Roberts's
word for it, and what else I could pick up about the docks," added Mr.
McCarthy. "But I must be thinking about getting back."
"Surely, Daddy, you are never going to think of walking back, are
you?"
"Not I. I hear an automobile coming. I'm just going to get out to the
road and beg a ride. They'll be keeping along on this road for at
least ten miles and I can walk the rest of the way in, if I have to.
In case I do not see you again, Mrs. Livingston, here's good-bye and
good luck. I hope you all have a fine time with the boat. If that
skipper doesn't obey orders, day or night, get a telegram to me
instantly, and I'll bounce him right off.
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