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Meanwhile the assemblage about the stove had put Captain Cy on the anvil and was hammering him vigorously. Bayport was boiling over with rumor and surmise. Heman had appealed to the courts asking that Captain Cy's appointment as Bos'n's guardian be rescinded. Cy had hired Lawyer Peabody, of Ostable, to look out for his interests. Mr. Atkins and the captain had all but come to blows over the child.
If he had seen Captain Cy, at two o'clock the next morning, sitting by Bos'n's bedside and gazing hopelessly at the child, he would have realized that, if his former predictions were wiped off the slate and he could be judged by the one concerning the captain's sleepless night, he might thereafter pose as a true prophet.
He remembered their bein' married, and their baby Mary Thayer, Bos'n's ma bein' born. "Folks used to call John Thayer a smart young feller, so Seth said. They used to cal'late that he'd rise high in the seafarin' and ship-ownin' line. Maybe he would, only he died somewheres in Californy 'long in '54 or thereabouts.
"Wait till he gets sober," was the bos'n's grunted reply as the men hastily transferred the last of the precious freight of tusks to the Brigand's deck. Barr jumped to the accommodation ladder and was aboard in a second, despite his apparent feebleness. His face was distorted with rage and cupidity. "We have got to get out of here at once now do you understand?" he roared, crazed with rage.
"Not so fur as you might hear de bos'n's whissel; not more dan tree, four length ob a man-o'-war cable." "Enough, Snowy! What do you think best to be done?" "De bess ting we can do now," replied the negro, "am for me to obertake dat ere craff. As you said, de sail am down; an' de ole Cat no go fasser dan a log o' 'hogany wood in a calm o' de tropic.
"Thank you. Since I must." From the barber shop the Englishman took him to the dining saloon. "Awfully sorry you can't sit at our table, Mr. Farnum. It's full up. You're to be at the purser's." Jeff let a smile escape into his eyes. "Suits me. I've been at the bos'n's for several weeks." "Beastly outrage. We'll want to hear all about it. Miss Frome's tremendously excited.
Georgianna had some doubts, but she kept them to herself. Among the things in Bos'n's "box" was a long envelope, sealed with wax and with a lawyer's name printed in one corner. The captain opened it, at Emily's suggestion, and was astonished to find that the inclosure was a will, dated some years back, in which Mrs.
"Then him and the mate stripped to their underclothes, rigged a sort of bos'n's chair over where the hole in the side was, took hammers and a pocketful of nails apiece, and started in to nail that canvas over the hole. "'Twas freezin' cold, and the old schooner was rollin' like a washtub.
Don't you dare say 'proofs' to me again! Heman Atkins, you owe me, as Bos'n's guardian, thirty-seven thousand five hundred dollars, with interest since 1854. What you goin' to do about it?" Here was one ray, a feeble ray, of light. "You're not her guardian," cried Atkins. "The courts have thrown you out. And your appeal won't stand, either. If any money is due, it belongs to her father.
Yes, and by the big dipper, I'd do it again under the same circumstances! "As for the property," he added fiercely, "why, darn the property, I say! It ain't wuth much, anyhow, and, if 'twas anybody's else, he should have it and welcome. But it's Bos'n's, and, bein' what he is, he SHAN'T have it. And he shan't have HER to cruelize, neither!
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