CHAPTER 18Why should I tell what I did that day, when I did nothing through my own volition? I was only waiting, waiting to play a part in Eliphalet Greer’s own story, and while I was waiting it still went on along the lines the stars had set, and I do not believe that any living man could have stopped it then.
The noon meal had been cleared long ago when I entered the Anchor House. The tables had been laid for supper, and the taproom was filled with an increasing number of men whose work at the wharves was over. I had been walking, though I cannot remember where. My head was aching, and my shoes were covered with mud. It seemed strange that no one knew, that everything had been going on just as it had before, just as it had for a hundred other days. I was young then, too young to know ho
