"I know dad likes you and I guess--Wait a minute; I'll ask him." He stepped back into the bedroom.

"Yes," he nodded, returning, "you come, too.

He wants you." The little room, Captain Eben's own, was more like a skipper's cabin than a chamber on land.

A narrow, single bed, a plain washstand, a battered, painted bureau and a single chair--these made up the list of furniture.

Two pictures, both of schooners under full sail, hung on the walls.