However, in his blue
pilot-cloth suit, cut severely plain, and with his hard black hat on
his head he made a veritable picture of what a master-mariner should be.
On his quarter-deck, in fair or foul weather, Louise was sure that he
had never lacked the respect of his crew or their confidence. He was
distinctly a man to command--a leader and director by nature. He was,
indeed, different from the seemingly easy-going, gentle-spoken Cap'n
Abe, the storekeeper.
They had scarcely started up the Shell Road when the whir of a
fast-running automobile sounded behind them and the mellow hoot of a
horn. Louise turned to see a great touring car take the curve from the
direction of The Beaches and glide swiftly toward them. Lawford Tapp
was guiding the car.
"Then he's a chauffeur as well as fisherman and boatman," she thought.
She could not see how he was dressed under the coat he wore; but he
touched his cap to her and Cap'n Amazon as he drove by.
Beside Lawford on the driving seat was a plump little man who seemed to
be violently quarreling with the chauffeur.
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