"Well, what do you think?" the captain finally asked McCoy, who was watching the carpenter with all a child's interest and curiosity in his eyes.
McCoy looked shoreward, where the land was disappearing in the thickening haze.
Captain Davenport debated for a moment, and then McCoy heard the question he had not wanted to hear, but which he knew was surely coming.
This gentleman is the Honorable McCoy, Chief Magistrate and Governor of Pitcairn Island.
'mcCoy's presence, the surety and calm that seemed to radiate from him, had had its effect.
"One moment, Captain," McCoy said, as the other was turning to give orders to the mate.
Konig was thunderstruck, staring at McCoy as if he were a madman.
McCoy measured the distance of the land away, and nodded.
McCoy was as placid as a summer sea, and the other's anger produced not the slightest ripple upon it.
The captain released his hand, and, with a last sweeping glance that embraced the crew in its benediction, McCoy went over the rail and descended into his canoe.
Again McCoy clambered up the side and dropped over the rail to the hot deck.
It almost seemed to the captain that the blissful moment had already arrived, such was the persuasive convincingness of McCoy.