Seems consider'ble like sendin' the skipper up town to buy onions for the cook.

Couldn't the--the feller that owed the money send you a check ?" Captain Sam chuckled.

"He could, I cal'late, but he wouldn't," he observed.

"'Twas old Sylvester Sage, up to South Wapatomac, the 'cranberry king' they call him up there.

He owns cranberry bogs from one end of the Cape to the other.