Rufus made a sound that was strictly noncommittal.

Adam's quick eyes flung him a birdlike glance. "Why don't you come along
to The Ship and smoke a pipe with your old father of an evening?" he
said. "Once a week's not enough, not, that is, if you--" He broke off
suddenly, caught by a whistle that could not be resisted.

Rufus was regarding the horizon with those brooding eyes of vivid blue.

Abruptly Adam ceased to whistle. "When I was a young chap," he said, "I
didn't keep my courting for Sundays only. I didn't dress up, mind you.
That weren't my way. But I'd go along in my jersey and invite her out
for a bit of a cruise in the old boat. They likes a cruise, Rufus. You
try it, my boy! You try it!"

The rope lay in an orderly coil at his feet, and he straightened
himself, rubbing his hands on his trousers. His son remained quite
motionless, his eyes still fixed as though he heard not.

Adam stood up beside him, shrewdly alert. He had never before ventured
to utter words of counsel on this delicate subject. But having started,
he was minded to make a neat job of it. Adam had never been the man to
leave a thing half done.

"Go to it, Rufus!" he said, dropping his voice confidentially. "Don't be
afraid to show your mettle! Don't be crowded out by that curly-topped
chap! You're worth a dozen of him. Just you let her know it, that's
all!"

He dug his hands into his trousers pockets with the words, and turned to