“I’ve got some clams in a bucket,” Gower said at last.  “Let’s roast some.  You get plates and forks and salt and pepper and butter, Bet, while I put the clams on the fire.”

Betty went away to the house.  Gower raked a flat rock, white-hot, out to the edge of the coals and put fat quahaugs on it to roast.  Then he sat back and looked at MacRae.

“I wonder if you realize how lucky you are?” he said.

“I think I do,” MacRae answered.  “You don’t seem much surprised.”

Gower smiled.

“Well, no.  I can’t say I am.  That first night you came to the cottage to ask for the Arrow I got a good look at you, and you struck me as a fine, clean sort of boy, and I said to myself, ’Old Donald has never told him anything and he has no grudge against me, and wouldn’t it be a sort of compensation if those two should fall naturally and simply in love with each other?’ Yes, it may seem sentimental, but that idea occurred to me.  Of course, it was just an idea.  Betty would marry whoever she wanted to marry.  I knew that.  Nothing but her own judgment would influence her in a matter of that sort.  I know.  I’ve watched her grow up.  Maybe it’s a good quality or maybe it’s a bad one, but she has always had a bull-dog sort of persistence about anything that strikes her as really important.

“And of course I had no way of knowing whether she would take a fancy to you or you to her.  So I just watched.  And maybe I boosted the game a little, because I’m a pretty wise old fish in my own way.  I took a few whacks at you, now and then, and she flew the storm signals without knowing it.”

Gower smiled reminiscently, stroking his chin with his hand.

“I had to fight you, after a fashion, to find out what sort of stuff you were, for my own satisfaction,” he continued.  “I saw that you had your Scotch up and were after my scalp, and I knew it couldn’t be anything but that old mess.  That was natural.  But I thought I could square that if I could ever get close enough to you.  Only I couldn’t manage that naturally.  And this scramble for the salmon got me in deep before I realized where I was.  I used to feel sorry for you and Betty.  I could see it coming.  You both talk with your eyes.  I have seen you both when you didn’t know I was near.

“So when I saw that you would fight me till you broke us both, and also that if I kept on I would not only be broke but so deep in the hole that I could never get out, I shut the damned cannery up and let everything slide.  I knew as soon as you were in shape you would try to get this place back.  That was natural.  And you would have to come and talk to me about it.  I was sure I could convince you that I was partly human.  So you see this is no surprise to me.  Lord, no!  Why, I’ve been playing chess for two years—­old Donald MacRae’s knight against my queen.”

He laughed and thumped MacRae on the flat of his sturdy back.