United States or Tokelau ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
He was all attention now; for, though Matt Peasley did not know it, less than ten days previous Kelton had tried to charter the Tillicum direct from Cappy Ricks, who, knowing something of the financial condition of Morrow & Company, had declined to consider a charter unless under a guaranty of payment other than that of Morrow & Company.
Still, it's not going to count for much. This" and he waved his hand "is a matter of business." He sat still for a moment or two, with a curious look in his face; for he had called at the hotel Acton's party had visited on the night that he had endeavoured to crawl unobserved on board the Tillicum. He had no difficulty in discovering that Mrs.
My royal old tillicum had come to see me through the rains and mists of late winter days. The gateways of my wigwam always stood open very widely open for his feet to enter, and this especial day he came with the worst downpour of the season. Womanlike, I protested with a thousand contradictions in my voice that he should venture out to see me on such a day. It was "Oh!
In telling me the legend of The Lost Talisman, my good tillicum, the late Chief Capilano, began the story with the almost amazing question, Had I ever heard of Napoleon Bonaparte? It was some moments before I just caught the name, for his English, always quaint and beautiful, was at times a little halting; but when he said by way of explanation, "You know big fighter, Frenchman.
I figured the Tillicum was somewhere off the coast of Lower California; so I wirelessed Captain Grant, explained to him that the ship was back on my hands by reason of the failure of Morrow & Company, and ordered him to put into San Diego for further orders. He proceeded there; I proceeded there; we met; I presented your letter relieving him of his command. Simple enough, isn't it?"
Within half an hour Matt had his charter parties ready for Kelton's signature and the deal was closed; whereupon Matt signed the charter party Cappy Ricks had sent him and handed it to Cappy, together with a check for nine thousand dollars one half the monthly rental of the Tillicum. Cappy whistled softly through his teeth as he handed the documents to Mr.
The Tillicum was seventy-six hours at sea! "Matthew," Matt Peasley murmured to himself, "'theirs not to reason why, theirs but to do and die' and all in one thundering big hurry!" Cappy Ricks was having his siesta, with his feet on top of his desk, when Matt Peasley came bounding in, seized him by the shoulder and shook him wideawake.
"The Tillicum is bucking into that gale this minute, wasting fuel oil and making about four miles an hour. I'm glad you're paying for the oil. Where are you loading her?" "At Hinch's Mill, in Aberdeen, Grays Harbor; discharge at Honolulu and back with sugar." Cappy came close to Matt and drew the latter's great arm through his.
Ricks, I'll be pleased to hit it another swat." "Well, I'll admit that the failure of Morrow & Company and the Pacific Shipping Company to pay the crew of the Tillicum puts the buck up to me, and I dare say I'll have to pay," Cappy admitted, his voice trembling with rage. "Well, that isn't the only bill you'll have to pay. Don't cheer until you're out of the woods, Mr. Ricks.
"As charterer of your steamer Tillicum, I find that Captain Grant, the master you installed there, is offensive to me. I object to the way he parts his hair and knots his necktie, and I want a new skipper on the ship." Cappy Ricks slid out to the edge of his swivel chair, placed a hand on each knee and eyed Matt suspiciously over the rims of his spectacles.
Word Of The Day