'
'Aha!' thought Waring, with a smile of covert amusement, 'he is in a
hurry to secure the prize, is he? The sharp old fellow!' Aloud he
said, 'I thought we would all three sail over to Mackinac; and there
we could be married, Silver and I, by the fort chaplain, and take the
first Buffalo steamer; you could return here at your leisure.'
'Would it not be a better plan to bring a clergyman here, and then you
two could sail without me? I am not as strong as I was; I feel that I
cannot bear--I mean that you had better go without me.'
'As you please; I thought it would be a change for you, that was all.'
'It would only prolong--No, I think, if you are willing, we will have
the marriage here, and then you can sail immediately.'
'Very well; but I did not suppose you would be in such haste to part
with Silver,' said Waring, unable to resist showing his comprehension
of what he considered the manoeuvres of the old man. Then, waiving
further discussion,--'And where shall we find a clergyman?' he asked.
'There is one over on Beaver.'
'He must be a singular sort of a divine to be living there.'
'He is; a strayed spirit, as it were, but a genuine clergyman of the
Presbyterian church, none the less.
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