"
That night after the moon had set and the lights
had been turned out along the boardwalk and the
upper and lower porticos and all Beach Haven had
turned in for the night, and Lucy had gone to her
apartments, and Mr. and Mrs. Coates and the rest of
them, single and double, were asleep, Max, who had
been pacing up and down his dressing-room, stopped
suddenly before his mirror, and lifting the shade
from the lamp, made a critical examination of his
face.
"Forty, and I look it!" he said, pinching his
chin with his thumb and forefinger, and turning his
cheek so that the light would fall on the few gray
hairs about his temples. "That beggar Miggs said
so yesterday at the club. By gad, how pretty she
was, and how her eyes snapped! I didn't think it
was in her!"
CHAPTER XVIII
THE SWEDE'S STORY
Captain Holt had selected his crew--picked surfmen,
every one of them--and the chief of the bureau
had endorsed the list without comment or inquiry.
The captain's own appointment as keeper of the new
Life-Saving Station was due as much to his knowledge
of men as to his skill as a seaman, and so when
his list was sent in--men he said he could "vouch
for"--it took but a moment for the chief to write
"Approved" across its face.
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