captain; and then, looking over his shoulder. 'Well, Mr. Herrick, that's about what it comes to,' he added.
'What do you mean? Explain yourself,' said Herrick.
But the captain was again staring at the music. 'About how long ago since you wrote up this truck?' he asked.
'What does it matter?' exclaimed Herrick. 'I dare say half an hour.'
'My God, it's strange!' cried Davis. 'There's some men would call that accidental: not me. That' and he drew his thick finger under the music—'that's what I call Providence.'
'You said we had a chance,' said Herrick.
'Yes, sir!' said the captain, wheeling suddenly face to face with his companion. 'I did so. If you're the man I take you for, we have a chance.'
'I don't know what you take me for,' was the reply. 'You can scarce take me too low.'
'Shake hands, Mr. Herrick,' said the captain. 'I know you. You're a gentleman and a man of spirit. I didn't want to speak before that bummer there; you'll see why. But to you I'll rip it right out. I got a ship.'
