When the melody ceased, I craned still further over the oak fence and called down,
"Tubal Cain!"
The pair gave a start, and there was some whispering before the answer came up to me.
"Is that you, sir?"
"To be sure," said I. "What are you two about on board The Gleaner?"
Some more whispering followed, and then Tubal Cain spoke again—
"It doesn't matter now, sir. We've lived aboard here for a week, and to-night's the end of our honeymooning. If 'tis no liberty sir, Annie's wishful that you should join us."
Somehow, the invitation, coming through this mysterious atmosphere, seemed at once natural and happy. The fiddle began again as I stepped away from the fence and went down to get my boat out. In three minutes I was afloat, and a stroke or two brought me to the ship's ladder. Annie and Tubal Cain stood at the top to welcome me.
But if I had felt no incongruity in paying
