CHAPTER XIX

THE CAPTAIN GIVES ADVICE “I can’t really tell ye how it happened, Martha.” The captain was lying on the sofa in the sitting-room, with his injured foot resting on a pillow. His wife had applied hot cloths to the ankle, and rubbed it well with liniment. “You must have tripped on something, Sam’l, as you were running,” she remarked. “It’s a wonder you weren’t killed. I hope to goodness you won’t get cold. Why, you were soaked to the skin.” “An’ I might have been struck with lightnin’, Martha. Jist think of that.…