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He had had a rather unhappy boyhood; and it made him a
silent man. But no doubt, concluded Fyne, as if dealing portentously
with a mystery, we two sailors should find much to say to one another.
This point was never settled. I was detained in town from week to week
till it seemed hardly worth while to go back. But as I had kept on my
rooms in the farmhouse I concluded to go down again for a few days.
It was late, deep dusk, when I got out at our little country station. My
eyes fell on the unmistakable broad back and the muscular legs in cycling
stockings of little Fyne. He passed along the carriages rapidly towards
the rear of the train, which presently pulled out and left him solitary
at the end of the rustic platform. When he came back to where I waited I
perceived that he was much perturbed, so perturbed as to forget the
convention of the usual greetings. He only exclaimed Oh! on recognizing
me, and stopped irresolute. When I asked him if he had been expecting
somebody by that train he didn't seem to know. He stammered
disconnectedly. I looked hard at him.


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