"Are you from the _Patience?_" he shouted. In chorus we answered that
we were, and Ivy pulled the yawl alongside the fisherman's boat.
But already the old man had turned and, making a megaphone of his hands,
was shouting to the cottage.
"Mother!" he cried, "mother, here are folks from the wreck. Get coffee
and blankets and--and bacon--and eggs!"
"May the Lord bless him!" exclaimed the Lady Moya devoutly.
But Aldrich, excited and eager, pulled out a roll of bills and shook
them at the man.
"Do you want to earn ten dollars?" he demanded; "then chase yourself to
the village and bring the constable."
Lady Moya exclaimed bitterly, Lord Ivy swore, Kinney in despair uttered
a dismal howl and dropped his head in his hands.
"It's no use, Mr. Aldrich," I said. Seated in the stern, the others had
hidden me from the fisherman. Now I stood up and he saw me. I laid one
hand on his, and pointed to the tin badge on his suspender.
"He is the village constable himself," I explained. I turned to the
lovely lady. "Lady Moya," I said, "I want to introduce you to my
father!" I pointed to the vine-covered cottage.
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