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"It would be a shameful waste of money;" and in spite of all her protests, he insisted upon taking the crackers along. "I wonder," said Blix, as the two skirted the Plaza, going down to Kearney Street; "I wonder if I ought to ask him to supper?" "Ask who me? how funny to " "I wonder if we are talked out if it would spoil the day?"
Condy and Blix got the attention of a clerk, and Condy explained. "I want to go fishing we want to go fishing. We want some place where we can go and come in the same day, and we want to catch fair-sized fish no minnows." The following half-hour was charming. Never was there a clerk more delightful. It would appear that his one object in life was that Condy and Blix should catch fish.
Blix and Condy went on; on along the narrow road upon the edge of the salt marshes and tules that lay between the station and the Golden Gate; on to the Golden Gate itself, and around the old grime-incrusted fort to the ocean shore, with its reaches of hard, white sand, where the bowlders lay tumbled and the surf grumbled incessantly.
"But we must see it through, Condy; act just as natural as you can, and we're all right." "But supposing SHE recognizes us!" "Supposing she does what then. How ARE they to know that we wrote the letters?" "Sh, Blix, not so loud! They know by now that THEY didn't." "But it seems that it hasn't made any difference to them; they are married.
And then it was that Condy and Blix, in that isolated station, the bay lapping at the shore within ear-shot, in that atmosphere redolent of paint and oakum and of seaweed decaying upon the beach outside, first heard the story of "In Defiance of Authority." Captain Jack began it with his experience as a restaurant keeper during the boom days in Seattle, Washington.
The old-fashioned Union Street cable car, with its low, comfortable outside seats, put Blix and Condy down just inside the Presidio Government Reservation. Condy asked a direction of a sentry nursing his Krag-Jorgensen at the terminus of the track, and then with Blix set off down the long board walk through the tunnel of overhanging evergreens. The day could not have been more desirable.
In some sea novel he remembered to have come across the expression "garboard streak," and from the context guessed it was to be applied to a detail of a vessel's construction. In an unguarded moment he had written that his schooner's name "was painted in showy gilt letters upon her garboard streak." "What's the garboard streak, Condy?" Blix had asked, when he had read the chapter to her.
Blix and Condy followed them as far as Washington Square, where the Geodetic Survey stone stands, and the enormous flagstaff; and there in front of a commonplace little house, two doors above the Russian church with its minarets like inverted balloons K. D. B. and the captain halted.
"But what is it, Condy?" demanded Blix, as soon as they were alone. "I've the idea," he answered, chuckling. "Wait till after Sunday to see if I'm right; then I'll tell you. It's a dollar to a paper dime, K. D. B. will have something for us by Sunday, beginning with an I." And she had. It was Internal Revenue. "Right! right!" Condy shouted gleefully, as he and Blix were on their way home.
Then suddenly she put up her hand to shield her eyes, as though from an intense light, turning away her head abruptly. "I say, what is it? What what's the matter?" he exclaimed. Blix peeped at him fearfully from between her fingers. "He's got it on," she whispered "that awful crimson scarf." "Hoh!" said Condy, touching his scarf nervously, "it's it's very swell. Is it too loud?" he asked uneasily.
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