pulled earnestly at his whiskers. "Well, I swan!" he said.
"Let us go," said Janet, trying to keep her voice steady.
"Yes," said Captain Jonah Sully mechanically, starting toward the door. "Let's go."
"The light!" she said sharply. "Put out the light!"
"Yes," he said. "The light"—and blew it out.
It was Janet who replaced the padlock on the door and locked it; and then together they made their way to the road and started back along it.
Suddenly the little skipper stopped short and grasped Janet's arm.
She turned toward him, startled.
"What is it?" she asked anxiously.
"Why," said Captain Jonah Sully complacently, "come to think of it, I ain't surprised a bit at what I seen in there. Come to think of it, he's pesky strong, he is. Yesterday he lifted a cask over onto the Mary K. that weighed seven hundred pounds, or I dunno but mabbe jest a mite under eight hundred, dinged if he didn't!"
"Oh!" said Janet dully—and went on again.
Jonah Sully was still talking, but she did not hear him. Varge was gone—where?
