"Probably not. If it had been any longer, judgin" by the way they worked, they"d have dug out the underpinnin" and had the house down by this time.
How did you happen to come? Did you hear the--er--broadsides?"
"Why, no, I--But that reminds me. Have you seen a tramp around here?"
"A tramp? What sort of a tramp?"
"I don"t know. Elvira--I mean Miss Snowden--said he was a tall, dark man and Aurora thought he was rather thick-set and sandy. But they both agree that he was a dreadful, rough-looking creature who carried a big club and had a queer slouchy walk. And he came in this direction, so they thought."
"He did, eh? Humph! Odd I didn"t see him. I"ve been here all the time.
Where was he when they saw him first?"
"Over on our property. In the Fair Harbor grounds, I mean. He came out of the bushes, so Elvira and Aurora say, and spoke to them. Insulted them, Elvira says."
"Sho! Well, well! I wonder where he went."
"I can"t think. I supposed of course you must have seen him. It was only a little while ago, not more than an hour. Have you been here all that time?"
"Yes, I"ve been here for the last two hours. What part of your grounds was it? Would you like to have me go over there and look around?"
"No, thank you. You are very kind, but I am sure it won"t be necessary.
He has gone by now, of course."
"I should be glad to try." Then, noticing her glance at his limp, he added: "Oh, I can navigate after a fashion, well enough for a short cruise like that. But it is funny that, if there was a tramp there such a little while ago, I didn"t run afoul of him. Why, I was over there myself."
"You were?"
"Yes, you see, I----"
He stopped short. He had been about to tell of his short walk and how he had inadvertently trespa.s.sed within the Fair Harbor boundaries. But before he could speak the words a sudden and amazing thought flashed upon him.
"Eh?" he cried. "Why--why, I wonder----"
His visitor was leaning forward. Judging by her expression, she, too, was experiencing a similar sensation of startled surmise.
"Why----" repeated the captain.
"Oh!" exclaimed the young woman.
"You don"t suppose----"
"It couldn"t possibly be that----"
"Wait a minute, please. Just a minute." Sears held up his hand. "Where did those folks of yours see this tramp? Were they in a--in a kind of roundhouse--summer-house, you might call it?"
"Why, yes. They were in the Eyrie."
"That"s it, the Eyrie. And is one of the--er--ladies rather tall and narrow in the beam, gray-haired, and speaks quick and--school-marmy?"
"Yes. That is Miss Elvira Snowden."
"Of course--Elvira. That"s what the other one called her. And she--the other one--is short and broad and--and hard of hearin"?"
"Yes. Her name is Aurora Chase. Is it possible that you----"
"Just a second more. Has this short one got a--a queer sort of hair rig?
Black as tar and with kind of--of wrinkles in it?"
She smiled at this description. "Yes," she said. "Do you mean that _you_ are----"
"The tramp? I guess likely I am. I was over on your premises just a little while ago and met those two ladies."
"But you can"t be. They said he--the tramp--was a dreadful, rough man, with a club and--and----"
"Here"s the club." Captain Kendrick exhibited his cane. "And these lame legs of mine would account for that slouchy walk they told you about. I guess there isn"t much doubt that I am the tramp. But I"m sorry if they thought I insulted "em. I surely didn"t mean to."
He described the meeting by the Eyrie and repeated the dialogue as he remembered it.
"So you see," he said, in conclusion, "that"s all there is to it. I suppose that hint of mine about bein" tempted to run off with one of "em is the nearest to an insult of any of it. Perhaps I shouldn"t have said it, but--but it popped into my head and I couldn"t hold it back. I didn"t really mean it," he added solemnly. "I wouldn"t have run off with one of "em for the world."
This, and the accompanying look, was too much. His visitor had been listening and trying to appear grave, although her eyes were twinkling.
But now she burst out laughing.
"Honest I wouldn"t," reiterated Captain Sears. "And I"m sorry for that insult."
"Absurd! You needn"t be. If there was any insult it was the other way about. The idea of Elvira"s suggesting that you came over there to steal. Well, we"ve settled the tramp, at any rate, and I apologize for the way you were treated, Mr.----"
"Kendrick. My name is Kendrick."
"Yes, Mr. Kendrick. And I am very sorry about the garden, too. Please tell Mr. Cahoon so, and tell him I think I can promise that the gate won"t be left open again."
"I"ll tell him when he comes back. He"ll be here pretty soon, I guess.
He and I are old shipmates. He shipped cook aboard of me for a good many voyages."
She was moving toward the path and the gate, but now she paused and turned to look at him. There was a new expression on her face, an expression of marked interest.
"Oh!" she exclaimed. "Are you--are you Cap"n Sears Kendrick? The one who was--hurt?"
"Wrecked in the train smash up? Yes, I"m the one. Look like a total wreck, don"t I?"
He laughed as he said it, but there was a taint of bitterness in the laugh. She did not laugh. Instead she took a step toward him and involuntarily put out her hand.
"Oh, I"m _so_ sorry!" she said.
"Eh? Oh, you needn"t be. I"m gettin" along tip-top. Able to walk and ride and--er--chase hens. That"s doin" pretty well for one day."
"I know. But they were my--our--hens and they must have tired you so.
Please forgive us. I won"t," with a smile, "ask you to forgive them."