I do n't know a finer man every way you take him . Maybe you 'll think I 'm partial , '' he continued with a smile . `` You see , he and Mary Stella think a good deal of each other . I expect to have Benjamin for a son-in-law some day if all goes well . '' Braithwaite 's expression changed slightly . He walked over to the dory and helped Mary Stella out of it while Benjamin made the painter fast . When the latter turned , Mary Stella was walking across the rocks with her cousin . Benjamin 's blue eyes darkened , and he strode moodily over to the boats . `` You were n't out this morning , Mr. Murray ? '' `` No , that hay had to be took in . Reckon I missed it -- pretty good catch , they tell me . Are they getting any now ? '' `` No . It 's not likely the fish will begin to bite again for another hour . '' `` I see someone standing up in that off boat , do n't I ? '' said Mr. Murray , reaching for the spyglass . `` No , that 's only Rob Leslie 's crew trying to fool us . They 've tried it before this afternoon . They think it would be a joke to coax us out there to broil like themselves . '' `` Frank , '' shouted Mr. Murray , `` come here , I want you . ''
Aside to XXXXX he said , `` He 's my nephew -- a fine young chap .
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