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"Aye, skipper," said McGuire.
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It was dark when Combe arrived home, and, wondering at the lights he saw in the house, came shambling along the veranda. Nada ran to him and threw her arms about his neck; and he stood bewildered, unresponsive, pushing feebly to get free.
"Why, father!" she cried, stepping back, sadly astonished.
"I'm glad 'o see you, Nada—I'm glad 'o see you. You're all I got now, child. Or'na she's not my daughter any more."
He shook his drooping head.
"Don't say that! No matter whom she's married she's still my sister!"
"I won't have it! I won't! Don't you go going over there, Nada. I won't have it! How'd you get home here anyhow? Ah, McGuire, where's Williams?"
He almost screamed the question, half-triumphantly.
"He has gone on," said McGuire, coming forward.
"Gone?"
"He put Nada ashore and a sick boy."
"But he knew Seibert had stole Or'na. He knew it! You tol' him, Nada? You tol' him what Dr. Lemater wrote you? Wasn't that why he come? An' he didn't stay to see that feller——"