The Skipper and the Skipped | Page 2

run it shipshape.
You need brains; that you do, nephy. It'll keep you studyin' all the time.
When you git interested in it you ain't never goin' to have time to be
lonesome. There's the plain hello folks to be treated one way, the
good-day folks, the pass-the-time-o'-day folks, the folks that need the
tip o' the hat--jest for politeness, and not because you're beneath 'em,"
he hastened to add, noting the skipper's scowl; "the folks that swing up
to the platform, the folks that you've got to chase a little, even if it is
muddy; the folks that pay in advance and want you to remember it and
save 'em trouble, the folks that pay when they come back, and the folks
that never pay at all--and I tell ye, nephy, there's where your work is cut
out for ye! I've only had one arm, but there's mighty few that have ever
done me out of toll, and I'm goin' to give ye a tip on the old bell-wether
of 'em all. I'm goin' to advise ye to stand to one side and let him pass.
He's--"
"And me a man that's licked every--"
"Hold on! He's diff'runt from all you've ever tackled."
In his excitement the old toll-gatherer attempted to struggle upon his
elbow. He choked. The nurse came and laid him back with gentle

remonstrance. Before he had regained his voice to talk more the
minister came, obeying a summons of grave import. Then came One
who sealed One-arm Jerry's lips and quieted the fingers that had been
picking at the faded coverlet as though they were gathering pennies.
And a day later, half sullenly, the Cap'n accepted the proposition of the
directors of the bridge company, who had said some very flattering
things to him about the reliability of the Sproul family. He reflected
that he was far enough from tide-water to avoid the mariners who had
known him in his former state. "I'll dock and repair riggin'," he
pondered. "It's a come-down, but I'll clear and cruise again when the
notion strikes me."
His possessions came promptly by express--his sea-chest, two parrots,
and a most amazing collection of curios that fairly transformed the little
cottage where the skipper, with seaman's facility in housekeeping, set
up bachelor's hall.
He grudgingly allowed to himself that he was going to like it. The sun
beamed blandly warm on the little bench before the toll-house. His
rheumatism felt better. People commented admiringly on such of the
curios as were displayed in the windows of the cottage. And when the
parrots--"Port" and "Starboard"--ripped out such remarks as "Ahoy!"
"Heave to!" "Down hellum!" and larded the conversation with horrible
oaths, the wayfarers professed to see great humor in the performance.
In a little while the parrots would squall as soon as a traveller appeared
at the brow of the river hill or poked out from the dim depths of the
covered bridge. Even when the Cap'n was busy in his little kitchen he
never failed to receive due notice of the approach of persons either in
wagons or on foot.
"It will be a good man who runs toll on this bridge," he mused one day,
as he poked dainties between the bars of the parrots' cages. "The old 'un
was a good man in his day, like all the Sprouls. He didn't have but one
arm, but there wa'n't many that ever come it over him. I've been thinkin'
about one that did, and that he was scart of. If there was ever a man that
scart him, and kept him scart till the day he died, then I'd like to see that

same. It will be for me to show him that the nephy has some accounts
of the poor old uncle to square."
Up the slope where the road to Smyrna Bridge wound behind the
willows there was the growing rattle of wheels. The Cap'n cocked his
head. His seaman's instinct detected something stormy in that
impetuous approach. He fixed his gaze on the bend of the road.
Into sight came tearing a tall, gaunt horse, dragging a wagon equally
tall and gaunt. The horse was galloping, and a tall man in the wagon
stood up and began to crack a great whip, with reports like a pistol
fusillade.
Cap'n Sproul took three defiant steps into the middle of the road, and
then took one big step back--a stride that made his "rheumatiz speak
up," but a stride that carried him safely to his platform. The team roared
past. The big whip swished over his head, and the snapper barked in his
ear. He got one fleeting glimpse at the man who was driving--a man
with a face as hard as a pine knot. His lips were rolled away from