the chocolate and yellow painted cabin, was busy with a notebook and an enormous black pencil which he sucked hard from time to time.
“I haven’t acted quite right,” said Harvey, surprised at his own meekness.
“What’s wrong naow?” said the skipper. “Walked into Dan, hev ye?”
“No; it’s about you.”
“I’m here to listen.”
“Well, I—I’m here to take things back,” said Harvey very quickly. “When a man’s saved from drowning—” he gulped.
“Ey? You’ll make a man yet ef you go on this way.”
“He oughtn’t begin by calling people names.”
“Jest an’ right—right an’ jest,” said Troop, with the ghost of a dry smile.
“So I’m here to say I’m sorry.”
Another big gulp.
Troop heaved himself slowly off the locker he was sitting