CONTENTS
I. BABCOCK'S DISCOVERY
II. A BOARD FENCE LOSES A PLANK
III. SERGEANT DUFFY'S LITTLE GAME
IV. A WALKING DELEGATE LEARNS A NEW STEP
V. A WORD FROM THE TENEMENTS
VI. THE BIG GRAY GOES HUNGRY
VII. THE CONTENTS OF CULLY'S MAIL
VIII. POP MULLINS'S ADVICE
IX. WHAT A SPARROW SAW
X. CULLY WINS BY A NECK
XI. A TWO-DOLLAR BILL
XII. CULLY'S NIGHT OUT
XIII. MR. QUIGG DRAWS A PLAN
XIV. BLOSSOM-WEEK
XV. IN THE SHADOW OF DEATH
XVI. A FRIEND IN NEED
XVII. A DANIEL COME TO JUDGMENT
Something worried Babcock. One could see that from the impatient gesture with which he turned away from the ferry window on learning he had half an hour to wait. He paced the slip with hands deep in his pockets, his head on his chest. Every now and then he stopped, snapped open his watch and shut it again quickly, as if to hurry the lagging minutes.
For the first time in years Tom Grogan, who had always unloaded his boats, had failed him. A scow loaded with stone for the sea-wall that Babcock was building for the Lighthouse Department had lain three days at the government dock without a bucket having been swung across her decks. His foreman had just reported that there was not enough material to last the concrete-mixers two hours. If Grogan did not begin work at once, the divers must come up.
Heretofore to turn over to Grogan the unloading of material for any submarine work had been like feeding grist to a mill—so many tons of concrete stone loaded on the scows by the stone crushing company had meant that exact amount delivered by Grogan on Babcock's mixing-platforms twenty-four hours after arrival, ready for the divers below. This was the way Grogan had worked, and he had required no watching.
Babcock's impatience did not cease even when he took his seat on the upper deck of the ferry-boat and caught the welcome sound of the paddles sweeping back to the landing at St. George. He thought of his men standing idle, and of the heavy penalties which would be inflicted by the Government if the winter caught him before the section of wall was complete. It was no way to serve a man, he kept repeating to himself, leaving his gangs idle, now when the good