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What was it?" Haggerty seized Jameson by the collar and swung him about. "Hurry up!" "I tell you, my money. Paid off t'dy. 'E knew it. Sly." Jameson had become almost sober. Out of the muddle one thing loomed clearly: he could not be revenged upon his cabin-mate without getting himself into deep trouble. Money; he'd stick to that. "Who is he?" "Name's Webb; firs'-class steward on th' Celtic.
He remained there, glum, malevolent, watchful, until his cabin-mate had leisurely cleared the table, washed and put away his dishes; then with a sigh of fat repletion, unmistakably intended as a provocation, the tormentor lit his pipe and stretched himself luxuriously upon his bed. Even then Tom made no move. He merely glowered at the recumbent figure.
"I'm not feeling well," began Thomas; "and the doctor is ashore. Where's there an apothecary's shop?" "Two blocks straight out from the pier entrance. You'll see red and blue lights in the windows. Tummy?" "I'm subject to dizzy spells. Where's Jameson?" Jameson was the surly cabin-mate. "Quit. Gone over to the Cunard. Fool. Like a little money advanced? Here's a bill, five dollars."
By this time I had become acquainted with my cabin-mate, in which respect I was singularly fortunate. M. was a thorough Parisian, and a favorable specimen of his class.
He was still alive when we reached the end of our voyage, and had cleverly made his cabin-mate pay for all his food. Among the second-class passengers was a party of students returning to the University of Kazan. They exhibited all degrees of shabbiness, but this was only the modest plumage of the nightingale, apparently.
Claude felt at once that he knew his business, and he went below to carry out instructions as well as he could. When he came up from the hold, he saw the aviator whose name, he had learned, was Victor Morse smoking by the rail. This cabin-mate still piqued his curiosity. "First time you've been up, isn't it?" The aviator was looking at the distant smoke plumes over the quivering, bright water.
I remember also two big, husky, good-looking miners, who used to interrogate me about getting up the streams to and above Council City. They had a grievance against their "disagreeable" cabin-mate. This was a Swedish missionary; and the complaint was made not because he was so "damned religious," but because he was unsociable wouldn't enter into the spirit of things.
"Why, that's the boat I came over on." "Sure thing." "And the thief was on board all the time?" "Don't think he was when you crossed. I've got t' wait till th' boat docks before I can get particulars. It's like this. Th' chap who took th' sapphires engaged passage as a steward. His cabin-mate saw him lookin' over th' stones. He'd taken 'em out o' their settings.
Many a chapter of horrors incredible could be detailed by unfortunate participants in the Nome travel. It was with astonishment and genuine regret that I read in a recent Nome paper of the suicide of my cabin-mate on the St. Despondent, he had deliberately shot himself through the head. He was a general favorite, "square" in his "profession," and his untimely end was widely regretted.
On the fourth day, however, she reappeared on deck quite recovered, and with an excellent appetite. She had her breakfast, and then went and sat forward in as quiet a place as she could find. She did not want to see Mr. Meeson any more, and she did want to escape from the stories of her cabin-mate, the lady's-maid.
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