Commodore Junk
Book Excerpt
"If he says he won't, and goes and marries that fine madam--will you do it?"
"I'll do anything you'll do, mate," said Abel in a low voice.
"Then we'll make him, my lad."
"Hist!" whispered Abel, as the inner door opened, and Mary entered the room, looking haggard and wild, to gaze sharply from one to the other, as if she suspected that they had been making her the subject of their conversation.
"How do, Mary?" said Bart, in a consciously awkward fashion.
"Ah, Bart!" she said, coldly, as she gazed full in his eyes till he dropped his own and moved toward the door.
"I'm just going to have a look at my boat, Abel, lad," he said. "Coming down the shore?"
Abel nodded, and Bart shuffled out of the doorway, uttering a sigh of relief as soon as he was in the open air; and taking off his flat fur cap, he wiped the drops of perspiration from his brow.
"She's too much for me, somehow," he muttered, as he saun