He rather avoided than sought the greeting of a friend from the open cottage-doors as he passed on.

On reaching the quay he turned quickly to the left, following the path that led toward the dyke at the riverside.
"He is no sailor at heart," commented Colville.

"He never even glanced at his ship." "And yet it was he who steered the ship in that dangerous river." "He may be skilful in anything he undertakes," suggested Colville, in explanation.

"It is Captain Clubbe who will tell us that.

For Captain Clubbe has known him since his birth, and was the friend of his father." They sat in silence watching the shadowy figure on the dyke, outlined dimly against the hazy horizon.