stuck so to the place as a kind of a refuge an' restin'-place for him when things don't suit him. He's a nice-lookin', pleasant-spoken man, of, I dare say, forty, only he don't look his age. Well, after he'd been in Boston a while he broke loose again with a hull set of his worst chums. The papers said there was a forgery he and they was all mixed up in together. And when he come here, the same summer that Mr. Clagg knew about, then we found out that he'd got as many as a half dozen names and two or three post-office addresses,
"But there was worse to come. One afternoon, in September, he and some o' the evilest-faced and best-dressed fellows I ever see come to the island from off a yacht. They all sat down there by the Point talkin' and wranglin' till sundown. Then Mr. Jennison went off with them in the boat, only comin' up here a minute to say how-d'-do to Loreta here. Loreta was more afraid of him than glad to see him, for all the soft spot in her heart."
"I wasn't afraid of him, Obed, but I wasn't glad to see him," protested Mrs. Probasco, "I was sure that no man could keep that kind o' company and seem on such good terms
