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Looking in the direction Bulger pointed, he saw that the foretopsail sheet block had fallen on deck, within an inch of where he would have been but for the intervention of Bulger's hook. Glancing aloft, he saw Parmiter grinning down at him. "Hitch that block to a halyard, youngster," said the man.
"Nearly sixty, sir." "And yours?" "A score of Sepoys, sir; but I had two seamen with me: Bulger, whom you know; and Mr. Toley, an American, mate of one of Mr. Merriman's ships. They were worth a dozen others." Clive grunted again. "Well, go and tell Mrs. Merriman I shall be glad to wait on her. And look here, Burke: you may consider yourself a captain in the Company's service from this day.
"Ay, as I was saying," said Bulger, "'twas in these latitudes, on my last voyage but three. I was in a Bristol ship a-carryin' of slaves from Guinea to the plantations. Storms! I never seed such storms nowhere; and contrariwise, calms enough to make a Quaker sick. In course the water was short, an' scurvy come aboard, an' 'twas a hammock an' round shot for one or the other of us every livin' day.
Why, John, d'ye reckon I don't see that he and Bulger have gone over to Gamble, and are out-voting you hauling you in hand over fist? It's written in large letters and hung up where all Susie can read it except yourself!" "Where?" "In your face. And now you're staying here to stare at a lost game. O, John, for your own sake, get away! Clear out to-night! You can at least hide your helplessness.
True, Bean had once heard Bulger fail interestingly to borrow five dollars of Metzeger until Saturday noon, but a flash of true Napoleonic genius now enabled him to see precisely why Bulger had not succeeded. Metzeger lived for numerals, for columned digits alone. He carried thousands of them in his head and apparently little else.
But he knew this would never do. Bulger would not only tell him why the car was of an inferior make, but he would want to borrow it to take a certain party, or maybe the gang, out for a spin, and get everybody killed or arrested or something. Bulger dressed fearlessly; no one with eyes could deny that; but he was tactless. Better keep that car under cover.
Bulger, the widow of an old Chartist who had grown rich through electric traction patents, Sir Roderick Newton, a Jew who had bought Calersham Castle, and old Sir Graham Rivers, that sturdy old soldier, were among my chief supporters.
Bulger winked at his companions, and a hoarse titter went the round of the table. "Well," continued Bulger, "the supercargo do have a better time of it than us poor chaps. And what do Cap'n Barker say to you as supercargo, which you are very young, sir?" "I don't know Captain Barker." "Oho! But I thought as how you brought a message from the captain?" "Yes, but it came through Mr. Diggle." "Ah!
There was no more baitin' o' Mr. Clive that voyage. "'Bo'sun, says I, 'what did I tell you? I may be wrong, but that young Mr. Bob Clive'll be a handful for the factors in Fort St. George." While this narrative had been in progress, Desmond was walking with Bulger and his mates back towards the river. "How was it you happened to be hereabouts so early?" asked Desmond.
Norcross let his eyes wander in search of the Lusitania, but his mind refused to stray from the vital subject. "You've no business to be indifferent, Bulger. When you come to my age, you won't be. Martha says it's the most important thing. And she's right she's right. What's the ten or twenty years I've got to live in this world, compared with all that's waiting us out there?
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