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Thus Joy Molineau spoke her mind to Jack Harrington, even as she had spoken it, but more tritely and in his own tongue, to Louis Savoy the previous night. "Listen, Joy " "No, no; why moos' I listen to lazy mans? It is vaire bad, you hang rount, make visitation to my cabin, and do nothing. How you get grub for the famine? Why haf not you the dust? Odder mans haf plentee." "But I work hard, Joy.
'Frisco Kid looked for her in vain along the beach; but when he turned the glass seaward he quickly discovered her riding safely in the growing light, half a mile or more to windward. "I 'll bet she did n't drag a hundred feet all night," he said. "Must 've struck good holding-ground." "Mud," was French Pete's verdict. "Just one vaire small patch of mud right there.
Then they coiled down the halyards and put everything in order before they returned aft. "Vaire good, vaire good," the Frenchman praised, as Joe dropped in over the rail. "Splendeed! You make ze good sailorman, I know for sure." 'Frisco Kid lifted the cover of one of the cockpit lockers and glanced questioningly at French Pete. "For sure," that mariner replied. "Put up ze side-lights."
"Further special editions will be issued when news is received from East Anglia." "Yes," I said to the waiter; "it's a curious affair." "You believe him, sare zat Shermany do it?" "Eh? No; certainly not. Do you?" "Me? Oh, sare, I don' know nozzing. Vaire shstrong, sare, ze Sherman Armay." The fellow's face annoyed me in some way. It, and his grins and gesticulations, had a sinister seeming.
I mak investigation. No can find mans at home. But him no go vaire far, vaire long, or him no leave dogs. Him come queek, you bet!" "Help me out, Pierre. I'm tired all over from the boat. You might have made it softer, you know." From a nest of furs amidships, Karen Sayther rose to her full height of slender fairness.
French Pete's mouth twisted itself in a sickly smile, but the evil gleam in his eyes gave it the lie. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Ah! So? He does not dee-sire dat I call him pet names. Ha, ha! It is only ze sailorman play. Let us what you call forgive and forget, eh? Vaire good; forgive and forget." He reached out his hand, but Joe refused to take it.
He no care. He is afraid of not'ing. Some day he will die, oh, so vaire queeck! I know he will." Three times they circled about the Reindeer, running under her weather quarter and shouting in chorus, before they brought anybody on deck. Sail was then made at once, and together the two cockle-shells plunged away into the vastness of the Pacific.
But in the main it was hard work, and at the end of an hour Joe's back was aching from the unaccustomed strain, and his fingers were cut and bleeding from his clumsy handling of the sharp-edged oysters. "Dat 's right," French Pete said approvingly. "You learn queeck. Vaire soon you know how." Joe grinned ruefully and wished it was dinner-time.
'Frisco Kid nodded approval, while French Pete, still shrugging his shoulders and smiling, passed into the cabin. "Slack off ze main-sheet," he called out, "and run down for Hunter's Point. For one time I will cook ze dinner, and den you will say dat it is ze vaire good dinner. Ah! French Pete is ze great cook!"
I don't know anything about the law, but I do know something of right and wrong; and I 'm willing to take my chance with any judge for whatever wrong I have done with all the judges in the United States, for that matter. And that 's more than you can say, Mr. Pete." "You say dat, eh? Vaire good. But you are one big t'ief " "I 'm not don't you dare call me that again!"
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