The grizzled, weather-beaten man who had made
twenty voyages around Cape Horn, and who was
known as a man of few words, and those always of
command, closed the door upon them, drew down the
shade on the sunny side of the room and faced her.
He saw now that something of more than usual
importance absorbed her.

"Now, what is it?" he asked. His manner had
by this time regained something of the dictatorial
tone he always showed those beneath him in authority.

"It's about Bart. You've got to send him away."
She had not moved from her position in the middle
of the room.

The captain changed color and his voice lost its
sharpness.

"Bart! What's he done now?"

"He sneaks off with our Lucy every chance he
gets. They were on the beach yesterday hidin' behind
the House o' Refuge with their heads together.
She had on Miss Jane's red cloak, and Ann Gossaway
thought it was Miss Jane, and I let it go at
that."

The captain looked at Martha incredulously for a