CHAPTER 3A DRINK ON THE SHERIFF
They went out into the sunshine, Litton and Willow.
“Still like this port, Tom?” asked Litton.
“I never like it much, even when I first heard you speak of it,” said Willow. “I only said it was real. And you ain’t asked what part is real about this harbor.”
“Well, what part, then?”
“The reefs and the sunken rocks,” said Tom Willow. “They’re the real part of it, sir.”
“We’ll make it like home,” declared Blue Barry. “With a good navigator like me, Tom, and a good hand like you at the helm, we’ll be right at home. Where does the sheriff live, I wonder?”
“Sheriff?” exclaimed Willow. “What on earth do you want with a sheriff?”
“I want to see the steer he’s boarding,” said Litton.
“I knew it when I seen your face!” said Tom Willow. “When I seen you shining
