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“I’m busy now, Mr. Macleod,” said Phillips, hastily; “my clerk will give you all the information you require. Good morning.”

“It’s mighty queer,” said the captain, thoughtfully, as he descended the stairs, “but the moment the conversation gets limber and sociable-like, and I gets to runnin’ free under easy sail, it’s always ‘Good morning, Captain,’ and we’re becalmed.”

By some occult influence, all the foregoing conversation, slightly exaggerated, and the whole interview of the captain with the widow with sundry additions, became the common property of Sandy Bar, to the great delight of the boys. There was scarcely a person who had ever had business or social relations with Roger Catron, whom “The Frozen Truth,” as Sandy Bar delighted to designate the captain, had not “interviewed,” as simply and directly. It is said that he closed a conversation with one of the San Francisco detectives, who had found Roger Catron’s body, in these words: “And now hevin’ got throo’ bizness, I was goin’ to ask ye what’s gone of Matt. Jones, who was with ye in the bush in Austraily. Lord, how he got me quite interested in ye, telling me how you and him got out on a ticket-of-leave, and was chased by them milishy guards, and at last swam out to a San Francisco bark and escaped;” but here the inevitable pressure of previous business always stopped the captain’s conversational flow. The natural result of this was a singular reaction in favor of the late Roger Catron in the public sentiment of Sandy Bar, so strong, indeed, as to induce the Rev. Mr. Joshua McSnagly, the next Sunday, to combat it with the moral of Catron’s life. After the service, he was approached in the vestibule, and in the hearing of some of his audience, by Captain Dick, with the following compliment: “In many pints ye hed jess got Roger Catron down to a hair. I knew ye’d do it: why, Lord love ye, you and him had pints in common; and when he giv’ ye that hundred dollars arter the fire in Sacramento, to help ye rebuild the parsonage, he said to me,–me not likin’ ye on account o’ my being on the committee that invited ye to resign from Marysville all along o’ that affair with Deacon Pursell’s darter; and a piece she was, parson! eh?–well, Roger, he ups and sez to me, ‘Every man hez his faults,’ sez he; and sez he, ‘there’s no reason why a parson ain’t a human being like us, and that gal o’ Pursell’s is pizen, ez I know.’ So ye see, I seed that ye was hittin’ yourself over Catron’s shoulder, like them early martyrs.” But here, as Captain Dick was clearly blocking up all egress from the church, the sexton obliged him to move on, and again he was stopped in his conversational career.

But only for a time. Before long, it was whispered that Captain Dick had ordered a meeting of the creditors, debtors, and friends of Roger Catron at Robinson’s Hall. It was suggested, with some show of reason, that this had been done at the instigation of various practical jokers of Sandy Bar, who had imposed on the simple directness of the captain, and the attendance that night certainly indicated something more than a mere business meeting. All of Sandy Bar crowded into Robinson’s Hall, and long before Captain Dick made his appearance on the platform, with his inevitable memorandum-book, every inch of floor was crowded.

The captain began to read the expenditures of Roger Catron with relentless fidelity of detail. The several losses by poker, the whisky bills, and the record of a “jamboree” at Tooley’s, the vague expenses whereof footed up $275, were received with enthusiastic cheers by the audience. A single milliner’s bill for $125 was hailed with delight; $100 expended in treating the Vestal Virgin Combination Troupe almost canonized his memory; $50 for a simple buggy ride with Deacon Fisk brought down the house; $500 advanced, without security, and unpaid, for the electioneering expenses of Assemblyman Jones, who had recently introduced a bill to prevent gambling and the sale of lager beer on Sundays, was received with an ominous groan. One or two other items of money loaned occasioned the withdrawal of several gentlemen from the audience amidst the hisses or ironical cheers of the others.