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"I didn't expect to lose by it," said the boarding-master, pointedly. "Come over and 'ave a glass at the Chequers, Dan, and then you can go along and see Teddy." The summer evening was well advanced when Mr. Kybird and his old friend parted.
No one but the much abused boarding-master will have anything to do with him, and that worthy is generally careful to let him know that he is but a hanger-on, a dependant on sufferance for a meal, and that his presence on shore is an outrage. As for the sailors' homes, I have hardly patience to speak of them.
"You should take something for that tooth," said the boarding-master, with great solicitude. "Wot do you say to a glass o' whisky?" He motioned to the fatal bottle, which still stood on the table; the steward caught his breath, and then, rising to the occasion, said that he had already had a couple of glasses, and they had done no good. "What's your message?" inquired Jack Nugent, impatiently.
"It is rather odd that my father should take you into his confidence," said Miss Nugent, turning to the boarding-master. "Just wot I thought, miss," said the complaisant Mr. Smith; "but I s'pose there was nobody else, and he wanted 'is message to go for fear you should get worrying the police about 'im or something.
"Lord love your 'art," said the boarding-master, "I wouldn't 'urt you. I'm on'y acting under your orders now; yours and the captin's. It ain't in my reg'lar way o' business at all, but I'm so good-natured I can't say 'no." "Can't say 'no' to five pounds, you mean," retorted Mr. Wilks, who by no means relished these remarks.
Once they're tied up Teddy can't 'elp 'imself." "Why on the quiet?" demanded Mr. Kybird, sharply. The boarding-master uttered an impatient exclamation. "Becos if Mr. Swann got to 'ear of it he'd guess I'd been blabbing, for one thing," he said, sharply, "and for another, 'e left it to 'im partly to make up for 'is disappointment he'd been disappointed 'imself in 'is younger days, so 'e told me."
"You speak as if we had that in our power," I objected. "And so we have," said he. "What about the men?" I asked. "They know too much by half; and you can't keep them from talking." "Can't I?" returned Nares. "I bet a boarding-master can! They can be all half-seas-over, when they get ashore, blind drunk by dark, and cruising out of the Golden Gate in different deep-sea ships by the next morning.
"Bring me a quart of it," said the boarding-master, slowly and impressively. "I want it drawed in a china mug, with a nice foaming 'ead on it." "Wot do you want it for?" inquired Mr. Wilks, eyeing him very closely. "Bisness purposes," said Mr. Smith. "If you're very good you shall see 'ow I do it." Still the steward made no move. "I thought you brought the stuff with you," he remarked. Mr.
"You should take something for that tooth," said the boarding-master, with great solicitude. "Wot do you say to a glass o' whisky?" He motioned to the fatal bottle, which still stood on the table; the steward caught his breath, and then, rising to the occasion, said that he had already had a couple of glasses, and they had done no good. "What's your message?" inquired Jack Nugent, impatiently.
"And the banns go up next week," murmured the boarding-master to himself. "Well, well." "'Ave you got anything to say agin it?" demanded Mr. Kybird. "Cert'nly not," replied the other. "On'y don't blame me when it's too late; that's all." Mr. Kybird, staring at him wrathfully, turned this dark saying over in his mind. "Too late for wot?" he inquired. "Ah!" said Nathan Smith, slowly.
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