ys he. "All I really
wants to know is why you called me your son when I isn't no such
thing."

"An' you wants an answer t' that?"

"I'd be grateful, sir."

Skipper Harry got the notion from all this talk, mixed with the eager,
wistful look o' the lad, as he searched me with questions, t' ease the
wonder that gripped an' hurt un, whatever it was--Skipper Harry got
the notion that the lad had no father at all that he knowed of, an'
that he sorrowed with shame on that account.

"I wish you was _my_ son," says he, t' hearten un. "Danged if I
don't!"

The lad flashed 'round on Skipper Harry an' stared at un with his eyes
poppin'.

"What you say jus' then?" says he.

"You heared what I said."

"Say it again, sir, for my pleasure."

"I will," says the skipper, "an' glad to. I says I wish you belonged
t' me."

"Is you sure about that?"

Skipper Harry couldn't very well turn back then. Nor was he the man t'
withdraw. An' he didn't reef a rag o' the canvas he had spread in his
kindly fervor.

"I is," says he. "Why?"

"It makes me wonder. What if you was my pa? Eh? What if you jus'
happened t' be?"

"I'd be glad. That's what."

"That's queer!"

"Nothin' queer about it."

"Ah-ha!" says the lad; "'tis wonderful queer!" He cocked his head an'
peered at the skipper like an inquisitive bird. "Nobody never said
nothin' like that t' me afore," says he. "What you wish I was your son
for? Eh?"

"You is clever an' good enough, isn't you?"

"Maybe I is clever. Maybe I'm good, too. I'll not deny that I'm both.
What I wants t' know, though, is what you wants me for?"

"I'd be proud o' you."

"What for?"

Skipper Harry lost patience.

"Don't pester me no more," says he. "I've no lad o' my own. That's
reason enough."

The wee feller looked the skipper over from his shock o' red hair to
his sea-boots, at leisure, an' turned doleful with pity.

"My duty, sir," says he. "I'm sore an' sorry for you."

"Don't you trouble about that."

"You sees, sir," says the lad, "I can't help you none. I got a pa o'
my own."

"That's good," says the skipper. "I'm glad o' that."

"Moreover, sir," says the lad, "I'm content with the pa I got. Yes,
sir--I'm wonderful proud o' my pa, an' I 'low my pa's wonderful proud
o' me, if the truth was knowed. I 'low not many lads on this coast is
got such a wonderful pa as I got."

"No?" says I. "That's grand!"

"No, sir-ee! Is they, Anthony Lot?"

Anthony Lot begun t' titter an'