The early October dusk settled down as they entered the winding channel between the sand islands and the stretches of beaches.

Barbara, wrapped in an old coat of Captain Perez's, which, smelling strongly of fish, had been found in a locker, seemed to be thinking very hard and, for a wonder, saying little.

At last she broke the silence.
"That Mr.Major officer man was 'stonished when I called you 'Uncle Jed,'" she observed.

"Why, do you s'pose ?" Jed whistled a few bars and peered over the side at the seaweed marking the border of the narrow, shallow channel.
"I cal'late," he drawled, after a moment, "that he hadn't noticed how much we look alike." It was Barbara's turn to be astonished.
"But we DON'T look alike, Uncle Jed," she declared.

"Not a single bit." Jed nodded.