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McTee was thinking rapidly. "A plan like this is fire, bos'n, and I have an idea I might burn my fingers unless you have enough of the crew with you. If you have Harrigan, it certainly means that you have a majority of the rest." Hovey grinned: "Aye, you know Harrigan." The insinuation made McTee hot, but he went on seriously: "If you could make me sure that you have Harrigan, I'd be one of you."
The bos'n grew positively pale with pleasure. He selected a cigar from an open box on the table and lighted it leisurely. At last he ordered: "Pick him up." The chief engineer was jerked to his feet and stood with a trickle of blood running down from his split lip. His face was rather purple than red, and the dark pouches underneath his eyes told the horror of the night he had passed.
Indeed, I shan't stay 'below' as you call it! I shall let them see " Captain Cy held up his hand. "I'm commodore of this fleet," he said; "and that bein' the case, I expect my crew to obey orders. There's nothin' you can do, and Why, yes! there is, too. You can take care of Bos'n.
Back of the pine grove was a big inclosed pasture nearly a quarter of a mile long. Its rear boundary was the iron fence of the cemetery. The other three sides were marked by rail fences and a stone wall. As the captain floundered from the grove and vaulted the rail fence he swore aloud. "By the big dipper," he groaned, "it's that cussed heifer! I forgot her. Keep dodgin', Bos'n girl! I'm comin'."
I be fixin' to knock 'im clean ovah de rail, but by dat time, de Cap'm had 'is eye on us. "'Pee-e-e-e-p, go de whistle; 'Tay-lor-r-r-r' de bos'n sing out. "'Taylor," I ahnswer. "'Come to de mahst. "I tells 'em how it was, how I fixin' to knock dat niggah so far into de Gulf we be thoo eatin' 'fore he kin swim back. "'Pipe 'im up, bos'n, says de cap'm.
At times he smiled, and McTee could guess at the dream which caused it. He was dreaming of killing McTee, and McTee sat by and understood, and smiled with deep content. He, also, was tasting his thoughts of the battle-to-be when, without any warning rap, the door swung open and the burly form of Bos'n Masters appeared. "The first mate " he began. "Did you knock?"
They were on hand when each new garment was tried on, and they approved or criticised as seemed to them best. "Ain't that kind of sober lookin' for a young one like Bos'n?" asked the captain, referring to one of the new gowns. "I don't want her to look as if she was dressed cheap." "Land sakes!" mumbled Miss Taylor, her mouth full of pins.
Of Bos'n he said nothing. At last Everdean asked what had brought him to Washington. "Well," said Captain Cy, "I'll tell you. I'm like the feller in court without a lawyer; he said he couldn't tell whether he was guilty or not 'count of havin' no professional advice. That's what I've come to you for, Ed professional advice." He told the harbor appropriation story.
"Ase," he observed irrelevantly when the five Tidditt, Georgianna, Bailey, Bos'n, and himself were at last alone again in the sitting room, "it DON'T pay to tip over a monument, does it not out in public, I mean. You wouldn't want to see me blow up Bunker Hill, would you?" "Blow up Bunker Hill!" repeated Asaph in alarmed amazement. "Godfrey scissors! I believe you're goin' loony.
That evening he dropped in at the perfect boarding house and begged to know if Mrs. Bangs had any "fashion books" around that she didn't want. "I mean er er magazines with pictures of women's duds in 'em," he stammered, in explanation. "Bos'n likes to look at 'em. She's great on fashion books, Bos'n is."
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