dizzy.

"Roll him over, Andy," said Uncle William, "roll him over. He's shipped
too much."




V

Uncle William sat on the beach mending his nets. He drew the twine
deftly in and out, squinting now and then across the harbor at a line of
smoke that dwindled into the sky. Each time he looked it was fainter on
the horizon. He whistled a little as he bent to his work.

Over the rocks Andrew appeared, bearing on his back a huge bundle of
nets. He threw it on the sand with a grunt. Straightening himself, he
glanced at the line of smoke. "_He's_ gone," he said, jerking his thumb
toward it.

"He's gone," assented Uncle William, cheerfully.

Andrew kicked the bundle of nets apart and drew an end toward him,
spreading it along the beach. "He's left _you_ poorer'n he found you,"
he said. His tough fingers worked swiftly among the nets, untying knots
and straightening meshes.

"I dunno 'bout that," said Uncle William. His eyes followed the whiff of
smoke kindly.