"Hello, Captain!" he said, holding out his hand. "Lively for a while,
wasn't it? They tell me you were the man who suggested pulling down the
shed. It saved the day, all right enough."

"You look as if you'd been workin' some yourself. Was you one of the
fellers that got that anchor in on this side?"

"He was THE one," broke in Mr. Wingate, who was standing at Hazeltine's
elbow. "He waded in with an ax and stayed there till I thought he'd burn
the hair off his head. Web ought to pay you and him salvage, Eri. The
whole craft would have gone up if it hadn't been for you two."

"I wonder if they got that pool table out," laughed Ralph. "They did
everything but saw it into chunks."

"I never saw Bluey Bacheldor work so afore," commented the Captain. "I
wish somebody'd took a photograph of him. I'll bet you could sell 'em
round town for curiosities. Well, I can't be standin' here."

"If you're going home I'll go along with you. I may as well be getting
down toward the station. The excitement is about over."

"I ain't goin' right home, Mr. Hazeltine. I've got an errand to do.
Prob'ly I'll be goin' pretty soon, though."

"Oh, all right! I'll wait here a while longer then. See you later
perhaps."

The fog had lifted somewhat and as the Captain, running silently, turned