Cap’n Abe’s brows came together in pronounced disapproval.  “Young man,” he said, “if Cap’n Am’zon was here now ye wouldn’t darst cast any aspersions on his word.  He ain’t the man to stand for’t.”

“Well, I’d like to see Cap’n Amazon,” Lawford said lightly, “if only for the sake of asking him a question or two.”

“You’ll likely get your wish,” returned the storekeeper tartly.

“What d’ye mean?” drawled Milt Baker, who always bobbed up serenely.  “Ye don’t say Cap’n Am’zon’s likely to show up here at Cardhaven after all these years?”

There was barely a second’s hesitation on Mr. Silt’s part.  Then he said:  “That’s exactly what I mean.  I got a—­ahem!—­a letter from Cap’n Am’zon only lately.”

“And he’s comin’ to see ye?” gasped Cap’n Joab, turning from the door to stare like the others at the storekeeper.

“Yes,” the latter confessed.  “And he’s likely to stay quite a spell when he does come.  Says suthin’ ‘bout settlin’ down.  He’s gettin’ along in years like the rest of us.  Mebbe I’ll let him keep store for me this summer whilst I take a vacation,” added Cap’n Abe more briskly, “like I been wantin’ to do for a long spell back.”

“You took a vacation of a week or more about—­was it ten year ago?” demanded Cap’n Joab.  “I looked after the place for ye then.”

“Ahem!  I mean a real vacation,” Cap’n Abe declared, still staring at the fishfly now feebly butting its head against the pane.  “That week was when I went to the—­’hem—­buryin’ of my a’nt, Joab.  I’ll go this time mebbe for two-three months.  Take a v’y’ge somewhere, I’ve always wanted to.”

“Land sakes!” exploded Cap’n Joab.  “I know ye been talkin’ ’bout cruisin’ around—­to see your folks, or the like—­for the longest spell.  But I didn’t s’pose ye re’lly meant it.  And your brother comin’, too!  Well!”

“If he can tell of his adventures as well as you relate them,” laughed Lawford, “Cap’n Amazon should be an addition to the Cardhaven social whirl.”

“You take my advice, young man,” Cap’n Abe said, with sternness, “and belay that sort o’ talk afore Cap’n Am’zon when he does come.  He’s lived a rough sort o’ life.  He’s nobody’s tame cat.  Doubt his word and he’s jest as like as not to take ye by the scruff of the neck and duck ye in the water butt.”

There was a general laugh.  Almost always the storekeeper managed to turn the tables in some way upon any doubting Thomas that drifted into his shop.  Because of his ability in this particular he had managed to hold his audience all these years.

Lawford could think of no reply with which to turn the laugh.  His wit was not of a nimble order.  He turned to the door again and suddenly a low ejaculation parted his lips.

“There’s that girl again!”

Milt Baker screwed his neck around for a look.  “See who’s come!” he cackled.  “I bet it’s one o’ them moving picture actresses.”