"I'm sorry," he said, with a laugh. "I was thinking of something else.
I wonder whether you would let me use the crow's-nest for a day or two?
There's a place we have got on our hands, a mile or two out, and I want
to keep my eye on it."
The captain, his good humour quite restored, preserved his gravity with
an effort. "I don't see that she could object to that," he said, slowly.
"It's a matter of business, as you might say."
"Of course, I could go straight round to the back without troubling you,"
resumed Mr. Tredgold. "It's so awkward not to be able to see you when I
want to."
Captain Bowers ventured a sympathetic wink. "It's awkward not to be able
to see anybody when you want to," he said, softly.
Two days later Miss Drewitt, peeping cautiously from her bedroom window,
saw Mr. Tredgold perched up in the crow's-nest with the telescope. It
was a cold, frosty day in January, and she smiled agreeably as she
hurried downstairs to the fire and tried to imagine the temperature up
aloft.
Stern in his attention to duty, Mr. Tredgold climbed day after day to his
post of observation and kept a bored but whimsical eye on a deserted
cowhouse three miles off.
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