Part 71 (2/2)
His chanteys had cast off the hawsers, had walked away with the ropes, had hoisted the sails, had bade the tug good-by. Now his voice was a thought frayed, but he sang on.
Elizabeth--now Elizabeth Berry no more forever--came up the companion ladder. She joined her husband by the after rail. The sea air was chill and she was wearing one of the captain's pea jackets, the collar turned up; a feathery strand of her brown hair blew out to leeward. She stood beside him. The man at the wheel was looking down into the binnacle and Sears took her hand.
”Well?” he said, after a moment.
She looked up at him. ”Well?” she said.
Neither spoke immediately. Then Kendrick breathed a sigh, a sigh expressive of many things.
She understood. As always she knew what he was thinking.
”Yes,” she said, ”it is glorious. Glorious for me; but for you, Sears----”
”Yes. It's pretty fine. I really never expected to make sail out of Boston harbor again. And if anybody had told me that I was to--” with another look at the helmsman, and lowering his voice--”to leave port this way--with you----”
He laughed aloud.
She laughed, too. ”And just think,” she said; ”no more little worries or pettinesses, no more whispers, or faultfinding, or----”
”Or Fair Harbors. You're right, my girl. We're off, clean away from it all, bound out.”
From the galley Judah's voice came, beginning the second verse of his song,
”'Aloft! Aloft!' our jolly bos'n cries.
Blow high! blow low! and so sailed we.
'Look ahead, look astern, look a-weather and a-lee, Look along down the coast of the High Bar-ba-ree.'
”'There's none upon the starn, there's none upon the lee.'
Blow high! blow low! and so sailed we.
'There's a lofty s.h.i.+p to wind'ard a-sailin' fast and free, Sailin' down along the coast of the High Bar-ba-ree.'”
THE END
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By Joseph C. Lincoln
Author of ”Shavings,” ”The Portygee,” etc.
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