That was part, but 'twan't all." Captain Sam's eyes and mouth opened.

He stared at the speaker in amazement.
"You told him to volunteer ?" he repeated.

"You told him to go to Boston and-- YOU did?
What on earth ?" Jed's brush moved slowly down the wooden legs of his sailor man.
"Leander and I are pretty good friends," he explained.

"I like him and he--er--hum--I'm afraid that paint's kind of thick.

Cal'late I'll have to thin it a little." Captain Sam condemned the paint to an eternal blister.
"Go on! go on!" he commanded.