Same time I could afford to pay you twice as much as any St.Johns merchant.

But it don't matter much one way or another, seeing as the idea of trading was only an idea as you may say that just popped into my head.

Well, so long.

It's coming on dark, and I must be getting aboard.

See you to-morrow, mebbe." As the Yankee skipper took his departure, Cabot and White turned into the factory, where all night long fires blazed and roared beneath the seething kettles.
Until nearly noon of the following day the work of canning lobsters was continued without interruption, and pushed with all possible energy.
Then a boy, who had been posted outside the harbour as a lookout, came hurrying in to report that he had seen a naval launch steaming in that direction.
The emergency for which Cabot had been planning ever since he consented to become the responsible head of the concern was close at hand, and he at once began to take measures to meet it.
"Draw your fires," he shouted.