“It commenced to look serious to me.  Jonadab was a pretty old fish to be caught with soft soap and a set of false crimps; but you can’t never tell.  When them old kind do bite, they gen’rally swallow hook and sinker, and he sartinly did act hungry.  I wished more’n once that Peter T. Brown, our business manager, was aboard to help me with advice, but Peter is off tourin’ the Yosemite with his wife and her relations, so whatever pilotin’ there was I had to do.  And every day fetched Jonadab’s bows nigher the matrimonial rocks.

“I’d about made up my mind to sound the fog horn by askin’ him straight out what he was cal’latin’ to do; but somethin’ I heard one evenin’, as I set alone in the hotel office, made me think I’d better wait a spell.

“The office window was open and the curtain drawed down tight.  I was settin’ inside, smokin’ and goin’ over the situation, when footsteps sounded on the piazza and a couple come to anchor on the settee right by that window.  Cap’n Jonadab and Henrietta!  I sensed that immediate.

“She was laughin’ and actin’ kind of queer, and he was talkin’ mighty earnest.

“‘Oh, no, Cap’n!  Oh, no!’ she giggles.  ’You mustn’t be so serious on such a beautiful night as this.  Let’s talk about the moon.’

“‘Drat the moon!’ says Jonadab.  ‘Hettie, I—­’

“’Oh, just see how beautiful the water looks!  All shiny and—­”

“’Drat the water, too!  Hettie, what’s the reason you don’t want to talk serious with me?  If that Tobe Loveland—­’

“’Really, I don’t see why you bring Mr. Loveland’s name into the conversation.  He is a perfect gentleman, generous and kind; and as for the way in which he runs that lovely car of his—­’

“The Cap’n interrupted her.  He ripped out somethin’ emphatic.

“‘Generous!’ he snarls. ’’Bout as generous as a hog in the feed trough, he is.  And as for runnin’ that pesky auto, if I’d demean myself to own one of them things, I’ll bet my other suit I could run it better’n he does.  If I couldn’t, I’d tie myself to the anchor and jump overboard.’

“The way she answered showed pretty plain that she didn’t believe him.  ‘Really?’ she says.  ‘Do you think so?  Good night, Jonadab.’

“I could hear her walkin’ off acrost the piazza.  He went after her.  ‘Hettie,’ he says, ’you answer me one thing.  Are you engaged to Tobe Loveland?’

“She laughed again, sort of teasin’ and slow.  ‘Really,’ says she, ’you are—­Why, no, I’m not.’

“That was all, but it set me to thinkin’ hard.  She wa’n’t engaged to Loveland; she said so, herself.  And yet, if she wanted Jonadab, she was actin’ mighty funny.  I ain’t had no experience, but it seemed to me that then was the time to bag him and she’d put him off on purpose.  She was ages too ancient to be a flirt for the fun of it.  What was her game?”

CHAPTER X

CAPTAIN JONADAB GOES