coming in slowly. "That's his last tack, if he makes it, and I reckon he
will. Now, if you'll go in and start the chowder, I'll see if he want's
any help about makin' fast."




XXII

Andy eased in to the wharf with cautious eye. He threw the rope to Uncle
William and busied himself with the sail.

Uncle William peered down upon him. "Got quite a nice mess, didn't ye?"

"Yep."

"How'd they run?"

"Cod--mostly."

"Ye got _some_ halibut."

"A few." Andy admitted it grudgingly. His tone implied that the Creator
withheld halibut out of pure spite. The ways of the universe were a
personal grievance to Andy.

"Quite a nice mess," said Uncle William. "Goin' to unload?"

"Nope--wait for the tide."