Isaac Polhemus and Tom Morgan--Tom sailed with me on my last voyage--and maybe Tod." "Archie's Tod ?" asked Jane, replacing her scissors and searching for a spool of cotton.
"Archie's Tod," repeated the captain, nodding his head, his big hand stroking Ellen's flossy curls.

"That's what brought me up.

I want Tod, and he won't go without Archie.

Will ye give him to me ?" "My Archie!" cried Jane, dropping her work and staring straight at the captain.
"Your Archie, Miss Jane, if that's the way you put it," and he stole a look at Lucy.

She was conscious of his glance, but she did not return it; she merely continued listening as she twirled one of the rings on her finger.
"Well, but, captain, isn't it very dangerous work?
Aren't the men often drowned ?" protested Jane.
"Anything's dangerous 'bout salt water that's worth the doin'.