dates perhaps flew away to leeward. "They seem all right," he said, "but

one thing will save any further trouble to both of us. You belong to

Springhaven. I know most people there. Have you any Springhaven hands on

board?"

"I should think so. Send Tugwell aft; pass the word for Dan Tugwell.

Captain, there's a family of that name there--settled as long as we have

been at Mevagissey. Ah, that sort of thing is a credit to the place, and

the people too, in my opinion."

Dan Tugwell came slowly, and with a heavy step, looking quite unlike the

spruce young fisherman whom Scudamore had noticed as first and smartest

in the rescue of the stranded Blonde. But he could not doubt that this

was Dan, the Dan of happier times and thoughts; in whom, without using

his mind about it, he had felt some likeness to himself. It was not in

his power to glance sharply, because his eyes were kindly open to all

the little incidents of mankind, but he managed to let Dan know that

duty compelled him to be particular. Dan Tugwell touched the slouched

hat upon his head, and stood waiting to know what he was wanted for.

"Daniel," said Scudamore, who could not speak condescendingly to any

one, even from the official point of view, because he felt that every

honest man was his equal, "are you here of your own accord, as one of

the crew of this schooner?"

Dan Tugwell had a hazy sense of being put upon an untrue balance. Not

by this kind gentleman's words, but through his own proceedings. In his

honest mind he longed to say: "I fear I have been bamboozled. I

have cast my lot in with these fellows through passion, and in hasty

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