Yet she did not feel like asking him such a very
personal question. Had it been Cap'n Abe she would not for a moment
have hesitated. Louise had heard of men being scalped by savages and
she was almost tempted to believe that this had happened to Cap'n
Amazon in one of his wild encounters.
"We'll go to the First Church, Niece Louise," he said firmly. "Abe
always did. These small-fry craft, like the Mariner's Chapel, are all
right, I don't dispute; but they are lacking in ballast. It's in my
mind to attend the church that's the most like a well-founded, deep-sea
craft."
Louise was more impressed than amused by this philosophy. The captain
seemed to have put on his "Sunday face" like everybody else. As they
came out of the yard old Washington Gallup hobbled by, but instead of
stopping to chatter inconsequently, for he was an inveterate gossip, he
saluted the captain respectfully and hobbled on.
Indeed, the captain was a figure on this day to command profound
respect. It is no trick at all for a big man to look dignified and
impressive; but Cap'n Amazon was not a big man.
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