Shall I tell 'em ?" The captain raised his head.
"Wait a minute, son." His heart was very tender, all discipline was forgotten now; and then he had known Tod from his boyhood.

"I'll go myself and tell 'em," and he drew his hand across his eyes as if to dry them.

"Yes, tell 'em.

Come, I'll go 'long with ye and tell 'em myself.
I ain't 'shamed of the way I feel, and the men won't be 'shamed neither." The sitting-room was full when he entered.

Dinner had been announced by Morgan, who was cook that week, by shouting the glad tidings from his place beside the stove, and the men were sitting about in their chairs.
Two fishermen who had come for their papers occupied seats against the wall.
The captain walked to the corner of the table, stood behind his own chair and rested the knuckles of one hand on the white oilcloth.