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Boomsby is not up here, I think I will go down," I replied, beginning to retrace my steps. "What are you doin' with strangers up gerret, Parker Boomsby?" demanded the lady on the floor below. "I've got sunthin' up here that belongs to you, Sandy; I want to give it to you," pleaded the captain. "I fetched you up here to give it to you afore I took you in to see the old woman."
"Parker Boomsby! where on earth air you goin'?" shouted a shrill, but very familiar voice on the floor below us. "All right," replied the captain, evidently much disturbed by the call. "I thought she was up here; but she always turns up just where you don't want her. But come up, Sandy; I want to show you a room I've fixed up." "No, I thank you; as Mrs.
"What, Captain Boomsby?" I asked, astonished at the information. "Yes, that's the name. I had forgotten what it was; and he hadn't got his sign out then." "Do you mean to say that he is in business in Jacksonville?" I asked. "He keeps a saloon there." "What sort of a saloon?" "Why, a bar-room," replied the pilot, laughing.
What sort of a con-spy-racy be you gittin' up at this blessed moment? Don't talk to me about cuttin' up! It is you that is allus cuttin' up, and never tellin' your peaceful, sufferin' wife what you are doin'," replied Mrs. Boomsby; and I was confident she had been drinking to some extent, from her maudlin tones. "Hush, Nancy!
Before he could go up-stairs two black policemen entered the saloon, armed with sticks. Mrs. Boomsby had told them what the matter was, and they had come in to kill the reptile. I left the premises, followed by Cornwood.
"I have been in to see Captain Boomsby; I had a room in his house for a while, and always paid for it. He wouldn't let me sleep on the floor in one of his empty chambers, nor give me anything to eat," continued the poor wretch. "You shall have something to eat, and a place to sleep," I said.
Just then it occurred to me that I was not the only person liable to be bitten by that snake. As I thought of it, I walked down the stairs. I knew that Mrs. Boomsby had a mortal terror of snakes when I lived with the family. She confronted me in the hall of the second story. "You abominable wretch!" exclaimed Mrs.
"It was de new saloon, sar; not boozy at all, sar; Captain Boomsby keeps dat saloon. Mighty mean man, Captain Boomsby. As soon as he done read de letter, he put on his coat, and left de saloon." That was all that Washburn cared to know that the letter from Cornwood had gone to Captain Boomsby; and he bestowed a look of triumph upon me. I paid the boatman a quarter, and we walked up to Bay Street.
I related to him all the incidents of my visit to the city, including a full account of my adventures with the Boomsbys and the other snake. I need not say that he was intensely interested. "That Boomsby ought to be hung!" he exclaimed, as soon as I had finished my story. "Perhaps not," I replied, giving the captain's explanation of the presence of the snake in the closet.
"In accordance with the plan you arranged with Captain Boomsby before you came on board of the Sylvania, I have been shot," I replied. "The ball, instead of going through my head, only grazed my neck. Your man is a very bad shot." "My man! Who is my man?" demanded Cornwood. But I saw that he was pale under the charge. "Griffin Leeds, of course," I answered.
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