"An' now, Louise, that I've got a taste of romance, I don't want to
come back to humdrum things--no, sir! I want to keep right on bein'
Cap'n Am'zon, and havin' even them old hardshells like Cap'n Joab and
Washy Gallup look on me as a feller-salt."
"But how------?"
"They never really respected Cap'n Abe," her uncle hurried on to say.
"I find my neighbors _did_ love him, an' I thank God for that! But
they knew he warn't no seaman, and a man without salt water in his
blood don't make good with Cardhaven folks.
"But Cap'n Am'zon--he's another critter entirely. They mebbe think
he's an old pirate or the like," and he chuckled again, "but they
sartin sure respect him. Even Bet Gallup fears Cap'n Am'zon; but, to
tell ye the truth, Niece Louise, she used to earwig Cap'n Abe!"
"But when the _Curlew_ arrives home?" queried the girl suddenly.
"Hi-mighty, ye-as! I see _that_," he groaned. "Looks to me as though
somethin'll have to happen to Abe Silt 'twixt Boston and this port.
And you'll have to stop your father's mouth, Louise.
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