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They had not thought of this greater danger, and the bos'n was desperate in the crisis. "Boys," he pleaded, "are you goin' to let one stranger ball up our game? Are you goin' to start doubtin' me on his say-so?" The men glanced from him to Harrigan. Plainly they were deep in doubt, and the Irishman made his second masterful move.

And says dad, 'Bos'n, he says he used to call me 'Bos'n' in those days 'Bos'n, says dad, 'run down cellar and fetch me up a pitcher of cider, that's a good feller. Yes, yes; that's this room as I've seen it in my mind ever since I tiptoed through it the night I run away, with my duds in a bundle under my arm. Do you wonder I was fightin' mad when I saw what that Howes tribe had done to it?"

The carpenter having permission to burn a light, usually turns his shop or bunk-room into a meeting place for those officers who rate the distinction of being above the ordinary sailor. Here one can always hear the news aboard ships where the discipline is not too rigid; for the mates, bos'n, "doctor," steward, and sometimes even the quartermasters, enjoy his hospitality.

Then he thought of his own choice of a wife, and well, if he had any regrets, he hasn't mentioned them, not even to his fellow-member of the Board of Strategy. December was nearly over. Christmas had come. Bos'n had hung up her stocking by the base-burner stove, and found it warty and dropsical the next morning, with a generous overflow of gifts piled on the floor beneath it.

Don't get the barometer fallin'. I was only suggestin', you know. What do you think, Bos'n?" "Why, Uncle Cyrus, I don't believe I should like red very much; nor the other colors, either. I like this just as it is." "So? Well, you're the doctor. Maybe you're right. I wouldn't want you to look like a barber's pole. Don't love Tad Simpson enough to want to advertise his business."

The party in the carriage was a gay one. "Getting tired, captain?" asked Peabody. "Who? Me? Well, I guess not. 'Most home, Bos'n. There's the salt works ahead there." They passed the abandoned salt works, the crumbling ruins of a dead industry, and the boundary stone, now half hidden in a drift, marking the beginning of Bayport township.

"Ain't you got a nice kiss for me this fine mornin'? Don't be scared. I won't bite." Bos'n looked shrinkingly at Mr. Smith's unshaven cheeks and then at Captain Cy. The latter's face was absolutely devoid of expression. He merely nodded. So Emily kissed one of the bristling cheeks. The kiss was returned full upon the mouth. She wiped her lips and darted away to her chair by the table.

The bos'n was saying he hadn't "sworn no allegiance to no country but the United States, an' there ain't no United States laws," he says, "against dodging South American customs that I ever see nohow, and being I never see a South American man that took much stock in 'em either, I ain't so uppish as to differ."

Thomas, the poor father, had broken down and wept, and had threatened to commit suicide. Mrs. Salters had refused to speak to Captain Cy when she met the latter after meeting on Sunday. The land in Orham had been sold and the captain was using the money. Phoebe Dawes had threatened to resign if Bos'n came to school any longer. No, she had threatened to resign if she didn't come to school.

"We can't be convinced," said Garry Cochrane, "but maybe it'll be fun to hear him talk before we dump him overboard." Instead of answering the speaker, Harrigan looked upon Hovey with a cold eye of scorn. He said: "I changed my mind. I'm not one of you. I thought the bos'n was a real captain for the gang, but I'll not follow a dog that lets every one of his pack yelp."