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"Time we were on deck, then, Mr. Goddedaal," said Wicks. As they turned to leave the cabin, the canary burst into piercing song. "My God!" cried Carthew, with a gulp, "we can't leave that wretched bird to starve. It was poor Goddedaal's." "Bring the bally thing along!" cried the captain. And they went on deck.
"There's a way to draw to windward of most difficulties if you've a head on your shoulders." He began to bind up his hand with a handkerchief, glancing the while over Goddedaal's log. "Hullo!" he said; "this'll never do for us this is an impossible kind of yarn. Here, to begin with, is this Captain Trent, trying some fancy course, leastways he's a thousand miles to south'ard of the great circle.
Tommy sat up, watched him awhile, and slowly followed his example; and Carthew, remembering his last thoughts of the night before, hastened to the cabin. Mac was awake; perhaps had not slept. Over his head Goddedaal's canary twittered shrilly from its cage. "How are you?" asked Carthew. "Me arrum's broke," returned Mac; "but I can stand that. It's this place I can't abide.
And he was back again in a moment, cooking the new log. Goddedaal's was then carefully destroyed, and a hunt began for the ship's papers. Of all the agonies of that breathless morning, this was perhaps the most poignant. Here and there the two men searched, cursing, cannoning together, streaming with heat, freezing with terror.
"Time we were on deck, then, Mr. Goddedaal," said Wicks. As they turned to leave the cabin, the canary burst into piercing song. "My God!" cried Carthew, with a gulp, "we can't leave that wretched bird to starve. It was poor Goddedaal's." "Bring the bally thing along!" cried the captain. And they went on deck.
"There's a way to draw to windward of most difficulties, if you've a head on your shoulders." He began to bind up his hand with a handkerchief, glancing the while over Goddedaal's log. "Hullo!" he said, "this'll never do for us this is an impossible kind of a yarn. Here, to begin with, is this Captain Trent trying some fancy course, leastways he's a thousand miles to south'ard of the great circle.
Tommy sat up, watched him a while, and slowly followed his example; and Carthew, remembering his last thoughts of the night before, hastened to the cabin. Mac was awake; perhaps had not slept. Over his head Goddedaal's canary twittered shrilly from its cage. "How are you?" asked Carthew. "Me arrum's broke," returned Mac; "but I can stand that. It's this place I can't aboide.
And he was back again in a moment, cooking the new log. Goddedaal's was then carefully destroyed, and a hunt began for the ship's papers. Of all the agonies of that breathless morning this was perhaps the most poignant. Here and there the two men searched, cursing, cannoning together, streaming with heat, freezing with terror.
He lives on his own land in Maui, at the side of Hale-a-ka-la, where he keeps Goddedaal's canary; and they say he sticks to his dollars, which is a wonder in a Kanaka. He had a considerable pile to start with, for not only Hemstead's share but Carthew's was divided equally among the other four Mac being counted." "What did that make for him altogether?"
He lives on his own land in Maui, at the side of Hale-a-ka-la, where he keeps Goddedaal's canary; and they say he sticks to his dollars, which is a wonder in a Kanaka. He had a considerable pile to start with, for not only Hemstead's share but Carthew's was divided equally among the other four Mac being counted." "What did that make for him altogether?"
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