The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1929-01-11
CHAPTER II-Continued

"Our of Madrid Bay" he answered.
"fshed little with my dad"
Madrid Bay, Ell? Well, there's
good sailors out o. that port. Madrid
Bay tishermen's the best on the lakes. -
Where do ! come in?" Steve SUIT.
ton demanded.
Norman looked at him appraisingly.
He did not know exactly what TO
make of this man Sutton. He seemed
sulky TO Norman. Before her father
could answer. Sue spoke.
Il know two or three men from Ma.
drid," she said, and looked at Norman
critically, as if she were comparing
him with them.
Norman flushed His feelings still
were sore from his fathers berating
Time enough to tell them of the man
uer in which he left Madrid Bay. =.
"Where'd you SAIL" the captain in
sisted. "'sides out of Madrid?"
'NOwhereS." Norman admitted. He
felt that he was not telling the whole
truth. His father would have denied
that he ever sailed out of Madrid
"NOwhereS." he repeated.
II tished in my fathers boat only
fished a few weeks. Don't care for
fishing"
a recollection of Madrid Bay flashed
across his mind. OF a dozen fisher.
men who listened no doubt to his ia.
theirs story after he left He knew
that before this. to anyone who would
ing afraid. Once more across his
memory passed that whole scene this
morning. Ii couldn't have been just
this morning when he drove Ed Baker
from his fathers shanty, only TO be
driven himself a few minutes later.
fn Baker the gossip
he wished he had fought Ed Baker
this morning. That would have been
one pleasant memory of Madrid Bay.
Sue arose severely and adjusted the
wick of the lamp. The two men looked
at Norman. There was surprise in the
expressions of both. not hostility, only
surprise He had never sailed.
My father is Gustaf Erickson. g."
Norman added. "He was a sailor"
Steve Sutton shrugged. Captain
Stocking let disturbed well, we'll 7"
escape him at length. Then he shook
his head as if the matter were much
too deep for his after-supper mind.
and darted toward the window.
wasn't that bOat?" he asked.
"BOat?' Sutton answered. There's
a bad sea still runnin' Nobody with
sense would come pokin' down here
I'm a boat tonight. :"
81 can imagine few persons with
sense doing So" Susan said promptly.
There was an edge TO her voice.
"Girls sometimes enjoy having call
ers" She went toward the door.
Samuel Stocking looked after her
suspiciOusly. This time O. evening""
he asked. He yawned. stretched his
arms above his head and came away
from the window. Its nine o'clock. -"
he said. THAT wasn't no boat Sue
was just hopin' il was"
Sutton rose and took the keepers
place at the window. He had become
nervous suddenly.
Captain Stocking spoke of going to
bed.
You better take first watch to-
night" he babe Norman. Wont any.
thing happen. Stir me out at eight
bells" He paused. observing that Nor
man looked puzzled. Don't know the
bells? Well. well Steve. what
you think of this? Here's a young
man amt sure of the bellsl Well,
couldn't expect much else, CROWN up
on land. It's all right. I'll teach you
Eight bells Is midnight Sos four
O'clock. and eight tomorrow morning.
Clock rings 'em every half-hour
Twelve-thirty starts it That's one
bell -. . every half-hOur up to
four o'clock, then begin all over Well,
well, you got lots to learn around
here" He was christening his shoes.
"Bless my soul. that was boatw
Voices sounded in the corridor. The
door opened. Norman felt chilliness
at the roots of his hair, felt hot sud
denly, felt angry, felt beaten and
ashamed. Grinning at him, by the
side of Sue Stocking, who looked just
as disturbingly sure of herself as
ever, stood Ed Baker. bearer of tales
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