Mr. Timmins looked back again at the captain, but the latter made no sign.
His manner, however, made no impression on Timmins's stolidity.
Timmins knew she risked nothing in calling Mrs. Markham now.
Timmins thoughtfully scratched his head ere he came back to the charge.
When they reached the deck, Margaret Dunscombe and the maid Timmins went straight to the cabin.
Unaware of his funeral, Timmins himself stood scratching his poll.
"Remember he borrowed ten dollars of me about that time," said Timmins's partner, gathering the cards for a new deal.
Finally he suggested that if Timmins was "no stuck on his Methodisticals," he might join the kirk.
Mr. Timmins looked round towards the captain, who was clinging to the wheel.
It was then voted, that what Mr. Rowe and Mr. Timmins had offered, was satisfactory to the body.