"
"It's really mine, you understand, Caroline," he observed, with a wink.
"I'm silent partner in the firm--if you can call the one that does all
the talkin' silent--and Jim don't do nothin' but make it up and write it
and get the profits. Course, you mustn't mention this to him, 'cause he
thinks he's the author, and 'twould hurt his feelin's."
"He's quite right," declared Pearson, emphatically. "If the thing is
ever finished and published he will deserve all the credit. His advice
had already remade it. This uncle of yours, Miss Warren," he added,
turning to her, "is like the admiral Kipling wrote about--he has 'lived
more stories' than ever I could invent."
The captain, fearful that his niece might take the statement seriously,
hastened to protest.
"He's just foolin', Caroline," he said. "All I've done is set and talk
and talk and talk. I've used up more of his time and the surroundin' air
than you'd believe was possible. When I get next to salt water, even in
print, it's time to muzzle me, same as a dog in July. The yarn is Jim's
altogether, and it's mighty interestin'--to me anyhow."
"I'm sure it will be to me, also," declared the young lady. "Captain
Warren has told me all about it, Mr. Pearson, and I'm very eager to hear
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