A story of love and sea adventure of quite unusual vigor and imaginative vividness. There is tragedy in the situation, but there is also the record of high purpose and dauntless character. (Also published using the title "Across to Singapore.")
id Joel quietly, "James Finch has my thanks for his search; and I'm no mind to do him a harm, or to step into his shoes."
Asa smiled grimly. "Ye're over considerate," he said. "Jim Finch was your brother's man, and a very loyal one. As long as he is another's man, he is content. But he has no want to be his own master and the master of a ship, and of men. I've askit him."
Joel puffed hard at his pipe; and after a little he asked: "Sir, what think you it was that came to Mark?"
Asa looked at him sharply, then away; and his accustomed volubility fell away from him. He lifted his hands. "Ask James Finch. I've no way to tell," he said curtly.
"Have you no opinion?" Joel insisted.
The ship owner tilted his head, set finger tip to finger tip, assumed the air of one who delivers judgment. "Islanders, 'tis like," he said. "There's a many there." He looked sidewise at Joel, looked away. Joel was nodding.
"Yes, many thereabouts," he agreed. "But there would have been tracks. We