We've found out he's a Finn. Why
did he keep it quiet all the way down from Baltimore?"
"Why did he tell it?" Margaret challenged.
"He didn't tell it, Miss--leastways, not until after them three
others boarded us. I got my suspicions he knows more about 'm than
he's lettin' on. An' look at the weather an' the delay we're
gettin'. An' don't everybody know the Finns is regular warlocks an'
weather-breeders?"
My ears pricked up.
"Where did you get that word warlock?" I questioned.
Tom Spink looked puzzled.
"What's wrong with it, sir?" he asked.
"Nothing. It's all right. But where did you get it?"
"I never got it, sir. I always had it. That's what Finns is--
warlocks."
"And these three new-comers--they aren't Finns?" asked Margaret.
The old Englishman shook his head solemnly.
"No, Miss. They're drownded sailors a long time drownded. All you
have to do is look at 'm. An' the carpenter could tell us a few if
he was minded."
Nevertheless, our mysterious visitors are a welcome addition to our
weakened crew.
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