But no graves
opened for him and nobody was resurrected. They finally put him in
the booby hatch, poor feller."
"I'm your niece, I tell you," interrupted Ida May, pointing at
Prudence, who shrank from her immediately in undeniable fear. "My
mother was Sarah Honey before she was married. I guess there must be
enough people in this Big Wreck Cove place who knew her and remember
her to prove who I am."
"I wouldn't try to do that," said Cap'n Ira thoughtfully. "Telling
such a thing as this among the neighbors would be the surest way of
getting into trouble. That's right. If Prudence--Mrs. Ball--don't
know ye, do you think strangers would be likely to back you up?
Don't you think it would be better to sit down quietly and rest a
while? Maybe you'd better stay with us overnight."
"Oh, Ira!" gasped his wife. "I wouldn't scurce dare have her stay.
She--she's out of her head. She might do something."
"I'll do something fast enough!" cried Ida May, stamping her foot.
"I'll do something to that hussy!"
"You hear her, Ira?" murmured Prudence, trying to draw Sheila away
from the enraged girl.
"Threatening damage never broke no bones yet," said the captain
calmly.
"I'll do _her_ some damage," declared Ida May bitterly.
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