six
o'clock
As his silk hat appeared over the _ Retriever 's _ rail a wind-bitten , bewhiskered , gaunt , hungry-looking semi-savage reached down , grasped him under the arms , snaked him inboard and hugged him to his heart . Silence for a minute , while Cappy Ricks ' thin old shoulders shook and heaved as from some internal spasm , and Matt Peasley 's big brown hand patted Cappy 's back . Presently he said : `` Well , father-in-law -- '' From somewhere in Matt Peasley 's whiskers Cappy 's voice came plaintively : `` Not father-in-law , sonny . New title -- this morning -- six o'clock -- nine -- pounds -- grandfather ! Eh ? Yes ; grandfather ! Grandpa Ricks ! ''