"What's the rest of it ?" "I cal'late I'll run along now," said Mr.Bearse, nervously moving toward the door.
"Hold on a minute," commanded the captain.

"Jed hadn't finished what he was sayin' to you.

He generally talks like one of those continued-in-our-next yarns in the magazines.

Give us the September installment, Jed--come." Mr.Winslow smiled, a slow, whimsical smile that lit up his lean, brown face and then passed away as slowly as it had come, lingering for an instant at one corner of his mouth.
"Oh, I was just tellin' Gabe that the 'this' he was talkin' about was here now," he said, "and that maybe if he waited a space the 'that' would come, too.

Seems to me if I was you, Gabe, I'd--" But Mr.Bearse had gone.
Captain Hunniwell snorted.