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The landlord grunted. "Why don't you settle about that race o' yours an' ha' done with it," he cried, as he wiped down his counter. "Seems to me, Cap'n Tucker's hanging fire." "I'm ready when he is," said Tucker, somewhat shortly. "It's taking your money," said Berrow slowly; "the Thistle can't hold a candle to the Good Intent, and you know it.
"You've both got your moorings up, I s'pose?" he inquired. "Got 'em up this evening," replied Tucker. "We're just made fast one on each side of the Dolphin now." "The wind's light, but it's from the right quarter," said Captain Berrow, "an' I only hope as 'ow the best ship'll win.
"Here's mine," said Berrow, sturdily handing over a greasy fiver. "Now, Cap'n Tucker, cover that." "Come on," said the landlord encouragingly; "don't let him take the wind out of your sails like that." Tucker handed over five sovereigns. "High water's at 12.13," said the landlord, pocketing the stakes.
Berrow, a parish 2 m. N. of Burnham, where there are good golf links. The church is close to the shore, and contains little of interest. Outside of the S. wall are two slabs with much defaced effigies, probably from an earlier building. Bickenhall, a parish 1 m. S.W. of Hatch Beauchamp station.
At this remark Captain Berrow took fire, and, with his temper rapidly rising to fever heat, wrathfully repelled the scurvy insinuation in language which compelled the respectful attention of all the other customers and the hasty intervention of the landlord. "Put up the stakes," he cried impatiently. "Put up the stakes, and don't have so much jaw about it."
A rivalry of long standing as to the merits of their respective schooners had led to them calling in the landlord to arbitrate, and this was the result. Berrow, vaguely feeling that it would be advisable to keep on good terms with the stakeholder, offered him one of the famous cigars. The stakeholder, anxious to keep on good terms with his stomach, declined it.
He walked round the deck to see that everything was snug and ship-shape, and got back to the mate just as a howl of surprising weirdness was heard proceeding from the neighbouring stairs. "I'm s'prised at Berrow allowing his men to make that noise," said the skipper waggishly. "Our chaps are there too, I think. I can hear Sam's voice." "So can I," said the mate, with emphasis.
I'd like to win myself, but, if not, I can only say as there's no man breathing I'd sooner have lick me than Cap'n Tucker. He's as smart a seaman as ever comes into the London river, an' he's got a schooner angels would be proud of." "Glasses o' gin round," said Tucker promptly. "Cap'n Berrow, here's your very good health, an' a fair field an' no favour."
"Draw all right?" queried Captain Berrow?-a short, fat man of few ideas, who was the exulting owner of a bundle of them. "Beautiful," replied Captain Tucker, who had just made an excursion into the interior of his with the small blade of his penknife. "Why don't you keep smokes like these, landlord?" "He can't," chuckled Captain Berrow fatuously. "They're not to be 'ad money couldn't buy 'em."
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