ht. We can't count on this weather. When you meet Green send him
back here. That shot-line wants overhaulin'." Here the captain
hesitated and looked intently at the stranger. "And here, you Swede,"
he called in a louder tone of command, "you go 'long and lend a hand,
and when you come back I'll have some supper for ye."

One of Tod's springs must have slid under the Swede's shoes. Either the
prospect of a meal or of having a companion to whom he could lend a
hand--nothing so desolate as a man out of work--a stranger at that--had
put new life into his hitherto lethargic body.

"This way," said Tod, striding out toward the surf.

The Swede hurried to his side and the two crossed the boat runway,
ploughed through the soft drift of the dune, and striking the hard, wet
sand of the beach, headed for the inlet. Tod having his high,
waterproof boots on, tramped along the edge of the incoming surf, the
half-circles of suds swashing past his feet and spreading themselves up
the slope. The sand was wet here and harder on that account, and the
walking better. The Swede took the inside course nearer the shore. Soon
Tod began to realize that the interest the captain had shown in the
unknown man and the brief order admitting him for a time to membership
in the crew placed the stranger on a different footing. He was, so to
speak, a comrade and, therefore, entitled to a little more courtesy.
This clear in his mind, he allowed his tongue more freedom; not that he
had any additional interest in the man--he only meant to be polite.

"What you been workin' at?" he asked, kicking an empty tin can that the
tide had rolled within his reach. Work is the universal topic; the
weather is too serious a subject to chatter about lightly.

"Last year or two?" asked the Swede, quickening his pace to keep up.
Tod's steel springs always kept their original temper while the
captain's orders were being executed and never lost their buoyancy
until these orders were entirely carried out.

"Yes," replied Tod.

"Been a-minin'; runnin' the ore derricks and the shaft h'isters. What
you been doin'?" And the man glanced at Tod from under his cap.

"Fishin'. See them poles out there? You kin just git sight o' them in
the smoke. Them's my father's. He's out there now, I guess, if he ain't
come in."

"You live 'round here?" The man's legs were shorter than Tod's, and he
was taking two steps to Tod's one.

"Yes, you passed the House o' Refuge, didn't ye, co