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"Ye don't guess they killed the bos'n and this Trego just for friendship sake, do ye? If ye want to know what my personal, private feelings are, it looks like we've been boarded by the Devil's Admiral." "Sally Ann's black cat!" said Riggs. "That story was started by some sea-lawyer full of gin, and the newspapers took it up for fun.
With the thought an inspiration burst into his mind and he instantly put it into execution; thought, inspiration, and action, as in a flash, were one. He must make the other turn aside his deadly gaze, and instantly he roared out in a voice that stunned his own ears: "Strike, bos'n! Strike, quick!"
Harrigan was gray, but he answered. "That's an old story. McTee worked me like that all the time." "An' you didn't break?" gasped Hovey. Harrigan grinned, but his smile stopped when he noticed a certain calculation in the face of the bos'n. "Mate," said Hovey, "I guess you're about ripe for something I'm goin' to say to you one of these days. Now go up to the bridge an' scrub it down."
I'll stand up to my man foot to foot an' hand to hand, but for strikin' at him in the dark I can't do it." He caught the sound of Hovey's gritting teeth. "Think it over," persisted the bos'n. "We need you, Harrigan, but if you don't join, we'll help McTee and Henshaw and Campbell to make life hell for you." "I've thought it over. I don't like the game.
"I lost my way for a little while," began Ralph, but the captain signified that the tardiness was pardoned already. "You see we sail tonight on the flood," he added, "and we have yet much to do. This is our boatswain or bos'n as we call them Mr. Bludson. He will accompany you to the ship. Perhaps you will not mind assisting him a little in seeing to some stores that are yet to go down.
"Must I?" whispered Bos'n pleadingly. "Must I, Uncle Cy? I don't want to. I don't like him." "Come on!" called Mr. Smith. "I'm gettin' over my bashfulness fast. Hurry up!" "Must I kiss him, Uncle Cyrus?" whispered Bos'n. "No!" snapped the captain sharply. "Trot right along now, dearie. Be a good girl. Good-by." He entered the sitting room.
The bos'n had rushed along with his hurricane lamp, and shouted, 'She's away wi' it! He is a good fellow and very conscientious. I ordered steam on main engines, and the engine-room staff, with Hooke and Ninnis, turned to. Grady, fireman, was laid up with a broken rib.
In the first place he might go to Henshaw at once and warn him of the coming danger, but he remembered what the bos'n had said in such a case he would not be believed, and both the crew and the commander would be against him. Finally it seemed to him that the best thing was to wait until the critical moment had arrived.
The bos'n retreated, but he returned within a few moments. "He won't leave the wheel," he reported. "He said you could take your orders to the devil, sir." "I'll tie him to the deck and skin him alive," said McTee calmly. "Stay here and watch Harrigan while I " He was jerked from his feet and hurled across the room, crashing against the cabin wall.
For he said S. A. customs were oppressive to the poor of that country by wrongfully preventing them from buying U. S. goods; so that, having sworn to the U. S., we weren't bound by S. A. laws further than humanity or the Dago was able to enforce; "which," he says, "I argue ain't either of 'em the case." "That's a tart argiment, Captain Clyde," says the bos'n. "I never heerd you make a tarter."
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