Then he said with a pause between each word: "She's sailin' without her port and starboard lights, Miss Jane.

One o' these nights with the tide settin' she'll run up ag'in somethin' solid in a fog, and then--God help her! If Bart had lived he might have come home and done the decent thing, and then we could git her into port some'er's for repairs, but that's over now.

She better keep her lights trimmed.

Tell her so for me." What this "decent thing" was he never said--perhaps he had but a vague idea himself.

Bart had injured Lucy and should have made reparation, but in what way except by marriage--he, perhaps, never formulated in his own mind.
Jane winced under the captain's outburst, but she held her peace.