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Stebbins endured so well was that he had a real talent for compromising, and that he had skillfully transformed Aunt Mary’s inherited taste for driving a bargain into an acquired pleasure in what is really a polite form of the same action. So, when it came to the matter of Jack’s difficulties, Mr.
His return was made palpable to the entire neighborhood; for no cab ever announced itself with quite the dash and clatter and bang of door that Jack’s cabs did. The driver had staggered behind him under the weight of the huge yellow valise, and had been liberally paid for the service.
With that the guide of the night before swiftly cut the cords at Jack’s wrists, then as swiftly leaped to the seat of the wagon, whipping up the horse and disappearing in a cloud of dust. Jack, having now no knife, and the bonds about his ankles being tied with many hard knots, spent some precious minutes in freeing his feet. At last he stood up, fire in his eyes. “Oh, pshaw!
You’re sturdy, following the sea all the time, as you do.” With a thoughtful air Sam Truax drew a small bottle from his pocket, sprinkling some of the contents over Jack’s uniform coat. Immediately the nauseating smell of liquor rose on the air.
This missive posted, Jack’s good angel made herself patient until the afternoon of the next day when she might and did expect an answer. She was not disappointed. The letter came and it was pleasantly bulky and appeared ample enough to have contained an indexed gun powder plot.
Jack’s sister Arethusa was visiting her aunt when the news came. Not because she wanted to, for the old lady was dreadfully deaf and fearfully arbitrary, but because Lucinda had said that she must go to her cousin’s wedding, and the family always had to bow to Lucinda’s mandates.
Mayhew. “Or else it was ignorance of how to handle a craft as large as this gunboat. For my anchorage he told me—” Here the lieutenant commander repeated the first part of Jack’s directions correctly, but wound up with: “He advised me to throw my wheel over four points to port.”
Young Benson offered this suggestion in a spirit of mischief, hoping the approaching cadet, when questioned, would resent it stiffly. Then Eph would be almost certain to flare up. The cadet, however, suddenly turned, coming straight toward them, smiling. “Good evening, gentlemen,” was the cadet’s greeting. “Good evening,” was Jack’s hearty reply. “You’ve never been here before, have you, sir?”
Then Hastings pressed a button connecting with a bell in the engine room. “I’m going up there with you,” Jack volunteered. “Right-o, if you insist,” clicked Eph Somers, appearing from the engine room and darting to the young skipper’s side. True, Jack’s head swam a bit dizzily as he climbed the stairs, but Eph’s strong support made the task much easier.
Reaching the inside of the conning tower at a bound, the young skipper rapidly manipulated his own electric signaling control. There was a low mast on the “Farnum’s” platform deck, a mast that could be unstepped almost in an instant when going below surface. So Captain Jack’s counter-query beamed out in colors through the night: “What’s your draught?”
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