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De fus' robber den made a bolt ter get away, but de cap'n's men cotch 'im. 'Tie his han's 'hind his back, an' shoot him if he tries to run agin, said de cap'n; den he say to Missy Roberta: 'Go in your moder's room. Don't leave it without my permission.
Bodge and this hole to him just as it stands he'll hand you his check now for fifteen thousand dollars, and" the showman hastened to stop the Cap'n's amazed gasping by adding decisively "as your friend and general manager of this expedition, and knowin' your feelin's pretty well, I've accepted and herewith hand you check. Members of Hecla fire company will please take notice of trade.
Most of the boys dassent. And it ain't bad, after the fust time. They do say it's haunted; but I ain't never seed nothin'." "Haunted!" cried Hilda, drawing back still farther from the black opening. "By by what, Bubble?" "Cap'n's ghost!" replied the boy. "He used to go rooklin' round in there when he was alive, folks say, and some thinks his sperit haunts there now."
Cap'n Sproul recognized the speaker with an uncontrollable snort of disgust. It was Marengo Todd, most obnoxious of all that hateful crowd of the Cap'n's "wife's relations" the man who had misused the Cap'n's honeymoon guilelessness in order to borrow money and sell him spavined horses. Marengo surveyed them gloomily from under a driving-cap visor huge as a sugar-scoop.
I didn't ask you to set the day. I set it myself. I told you to be ready." Her cheek flushed prettily at the remembrance of that impetuous courtship, when even her dread of her ogre brother had been overborne by the Cap'n's masterful manner, once she had confessed her love. "I know what love is myself," went on the Cap'n. "He don't know; that's what the trouble is with him. He ain't been waked up.
"I I haven't ever seen a ship or the sea, but I'm trying so hard to learn, and I love so to hear you talk of the deep blue ocean. It was what first attracted me to you." Her tone was almost a whimper. But her meekness only seemed to increase the Cap'n's impatience. "You haven't seemed to be like your natural self for a week," she complained, wistfully.
Lordy massy! you might as well 'a' tried to get it out an old tom-turkey, that'll strut and gobble and quitter, and drag his wings on the ground, and fly at you, but won't say nothin'. Quassy she screeched her queer sort o' laugh; and she told 'em that they was a makin' fools o' themselves, and that the cap'n's matters wa'n't none o' their bisness; and that was true enough.
After a short pause, he whispered, "Boy, you come sneakin' round to-morrow night when dat yeh stew'd done gone to bed, an' Ah'll jest gadder you up a piece of pie f'om Cap'n's table yass, sah! Eight bells is struck. Go 'long, you."
She herself was gentle and persuasive with a fire; but the cap'n's more impetuous method seemed to belong to him, and she understood, without much thinking about it, that when he blustered a little, even over a hard-working blaze, it was because he must.
Cap'n Sproul went home growling strong language, but confessing to himself that he was a little ashamed to enter into any further contest with the cigarette-smoking showman and the two men who were the Cap'n's hated associates on the board of selectmen. That evening neighbor Hiram Look called with Mrs.
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