Mayo was captain of Julius Marson's pleasure yacht during a cruise in Maine waters and he found himself in the predicament of fancying himself in love with Alma, his employer's daughter, and of being mysteriously in the wrong with Marston. At the same time Captain Candage, a Maine salt, carried off a reluctant daughter, Polly, from her millinery job and village pleasures for a trip in his coastwise schooner. Before Mayo had discovered that Polly was the one that really mattered for him, he steered his way safely through many an adventure of the sea.
er, and she stood at arm's-length, her hands against his breast. "I have thought--It seemed to me," he stammered, "that he--Forgive me, but I have loved you so! I couldn't bear to think--think that he--"
"You thought I cared for him!" she chided. "That's only the man my father has picked out for me! Why, I wouldn't even allow my father to select a yachting-cap for me, much less a husband. I'll tell him so when the time comes!"
Mayo's brows wrinkled in spite of himself. The morrow seemed to play small part in the calculations of this maid.
"Money--that's all there is to Arthur Beveridge. My father has enough money for all of us. And if he is stingy with us--oh, it's easy enough to earn money, isn't it? All men can earn money."
Captain Mayo, sailor, was not sure of his course in financial waters and did not reply.
"Miss Alma! I say! Oh, where are you?"
"Even that silly, little, dried-up man," she jeered, with a duck of her head in the direction of the drawling voice, "g