She called upon the Secretary of the Fishing Trust.

That gentle man was business-like, but neither expansive nor communicative.

Her husband had NOT been ordered out to sea by them; she ought to know that Captain Bunker was now his own master, choosing his own fishing grounds, and his own times and seasons.

He was not aware of any secret service for the Company in which Captain Bunker was engaged.

He hoped Mrs.Bunker would distinctly remember that the little matter of the duel to which she referred was an old bygone affair, and never anything but a personal matter, in which the Fishery had no concern whatever, and in which HE certainly should not again engage.