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"Perhaps Captain Wegg left some money," suggested Patsy. "No; when Joe an' Hucks ransacked the house arter the Cap'n's death they couldn't find a dollar. Cur'ous. Plenty o' money till he died, 'n' then not a red cent. Curiouser yet. Ol' Will Thompson's savin's dis'peared, too, an' never could be located to this day." "Were they robbed, do you suppose?" asked Louise. "Nat'rally. But who done it?
'Telefoam 'em at the bank to stop payment. It will take him ten minutes to run up from the wharf. Let him think you're right behind him. He's got to go to the bank, says Butts. 'He can't telefoam 'em to pay the check." The Cap'n's hand dropped dispiritedly from his clutch at his pocket. "I knowed something would stop me," he mourned. "The whole plot is a hoodoo.
Smith, with the studious care of one who desires to give exact information, "Cap'n Nugent and Mr. Wilks 'ad a little plan for giving you a sea blow." "Me?" interrupted the unfortunate steward. "Now, look 'ere, Nathan Smith " "Them was the cap'n's words," said the boarding-master, giving him a glance of great significance; "are you going to take away or add to wot the cap'n says?" Mr.
The Cap'n's sole reply was another of those hollow "unks!" "But the boys is pretty well beat out, and so I've run over to ask if you'll let us use your ten-dollar fine for a treat? That will help their feelin's to'ards you a good deal, and " The Cap'n, without taking his eyes from the smug face of the man, swung one of the buckets and let drive at him. It missed.
An' that is, eat a grand breakfast. We ain't such old friends o' the cap'n's an' yet go let his folks starve. Me an' Jane, we done it together, an' the grocer-man threw in the rolls. There's a cunnin' little piece o' porterhouse's ever ye see, an' 'taties biled to the queen's taste with their brown jackets on. Two of 'em, an' no scantin', nuther. No, you small rapscallions, ye clear out!
Pears ter me de cap'n's gittin' kiner lopsided toward her, but I don' belibe dat'll wuck." Ella was both gladdened and saddened by her visit. Houghton's buying her cake was one of those little homely facts on which love delights to dwell; for the heart instinctively knows that genuine love permeates the whole being, prompting to thoughtfullness in small matters which indifference overlooks.
Bodge had repeated his request several times, shoving his mat of beard out invitingly. Mr. Bodge took the whisker from the Cap'n's hand, pinched its butt firmly between thumb and forefinger and elevated it in front of his face. It stuck straight up. Then it began to bend until its tip almost touched his lips. A moment thus and it bent in the other direction. "There!" cried Mr. Bodge, triumphantly.
Furthermore, Cap'n Sproul, left outside the pale, might conquer dislike of law and invoke an injunction. The next morning, bright and early, he trudged over to the first selectman's house and bearded the sullen autocrat in his sitting-room. He felt that the peace of the Cap'n's home was better suited to be the setting of overtures of friendship than the angular interior of the town office.
He trembled like a leaf. "Pull-an'-be-Damned," said Deep-water Peter. "The Cap'n's gone. He didn't come away. Men can say what they like of Sam Dreed; he wouldn't come into the boat. I'll tell all the world that."
He resolutely avoided the reproachful starings of the members of the Smyrna fire department as they struggled on board. Mr. Butts came last and attempted to say something, but retreated promptly before the Cap'n's fiendish snarl and clicking teeth. "That man there, with the elephant, says he can't leave her," reported Faded Cap to the wondering group on the bridge.
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