“I spoke to him but he didn’t answer. His eyes seemed to be looking at something I couldn’t see. His face was set, like a dead man’s.
“‘John—John,’ I called out—jest like that—jest like a frightened child, ‘wake up—wake up.’
“That strange, awful look seemed to sorter fade out of his eyes.
He turned his head and looked at me. I’ve never forgot his face—never will forget it till I ships for my last voyage.
“‘All is well, lad,’ he says. ‘I’ve seen the Royal William coming around East Point. She will be here by dawn. Tomorrow night I shall sit with my bride by my own hearth-fire.’
“Do you think he did see it?” demanded Captain Jim abruptly.
“God knows,” said Gilbert softly. “Great love and great pain might compass we know not what marvels.”
“I am sure he did see it,” said Anne earnestly.
“Fol-de-rol,” said Doctor Dave, but he spoke with less conviction than usual.
“Because, you know,” said Captain Jim solemnly, “the Royal William came into Four Winds Harbor at daylight the next morning.
Every soul in the Glen and along the shore was at the old wharf to meet her. The schoolmaster had been watching there all night. How we cheered as she sailed up the channel.”
Captain Jim’s eyes were shining. They were looking at the Four Winds Harbor of sixty years agone,
