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Updated: June 19, 2025
"You you killed this man?" faltered the clerk. "I hadn't only one ca'tridge, pardner," Filer said patiently. "And Hank he's accounted a pretty clever gunman. Well, maybe he was. Ole Filer he shoots ole jack rabbits in the eye at twenty paces with a six, they'll tell ye. Anyway ye can figger that out, here's Hank. And he oughta see a coroner er somethin'. I don't want 'im.
I've been talkin' to this bat'ry man, an' I've made up my mind it'll be easy enough to lower a little ca'tridge down among our cargo an' blow out a part of it. `What 'u'd be the good of it, says I, `blowed into chips? `It might smash some, says he, `but others would be only loosened, an' they'd float up to the top, where we could git 'em, specially them as was packed with pies, which must be pretty light. `Git out, Andy, says I, `with all that stuff! An' he got out.
"To disgrace me afore the officers," said Corporal O'Flynn, "and I fairly responsible for ye! I larned ye all ye know and for ye to show the leftenant how little 'tis! Ye've got to quit that way of loading with ca'tridge with as many motions as an old jontleman feeling for his snuff-box! I'm fairly responsible for yez. I'm yer sponsor in this business.
"Not a blame ca'tridge left! You'd better take the ax along," he said. "The ax?" queried Devine, who was a little startled as well as puzzled. Saunders pointed to the shadowy bush. "Sure," he said. "It's jumpers!" That was enough for Devine. He flashed a glance at his companion.
I don't know how the cargo is stored, but you kin put one big ca'tridge 'midship, another for'ard, an' another aft, an' one or nuther of 'em oughter fetch up somethin'. Well, we got the three ca'tridges into place. They was a good deal bigger than the one we fust used, an' we j'ined 'em all to one wire, an' then we rowed back, carryin' the long wire with us.
An' so I just made up my mind without any more foolin', an' me an' Andy Boyle an' the bat'ry man, with some ca'tridges an' a coil of wire, got into the little shore boat, an' pulled over to the Mary Auguster. There we lowered a small ca'tridge down the main hatchway, an' let it rest down among the cargo. Then we rowed back to the steamer, uncoilin' the wire as we went.
"In the mornin' Andy he come to me ag'in. `Have you made up your mind, says he, `about gittin' some of them good things fur Christmas dinner? `Confound you! says I, `you talk as if all we had to do was to go an' git 'em. `An' that's what I b'lieve we kin do, says he, `with the help of that bat'ry man. `Yes, says I, `an' blow a lot of the cargo into flinders, an' damage the Mary Auguster so's she couldn't never be took into port. An' then I told him what the cap'n had said to me, an' what I was goin' to do with the money. `A little ca'tridge, says Andy, `would do all we want, an' wouldn't hurt the vessel, nuther.
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