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"Nothing wrong, I trust," Skinner began apprehensively, for Cappy's air was very portentous. "If there was," Cappy snapped, "you wouldn't be here to-day. Some other fellow would be holding down your job, and, I dare say, giving poor satisfaction by the way, my dear Skinner, something which you have never done." Mr. Skinner flushed pleasurably and thanked his employer.
Something told him that Kelton would be ringing up before the day was over to accept his price on the Tillicum, and he did not want to be placed in the position of having to give a yes or no answer until he had seen Cappy Ricks' charter parties, with Cappy's signature attached.
Then he sat down and stared at the fruit of his cunning labors. "Well, well, well!" cried Joey. "Kick in, godfather, kick in. You owe me twenty-five thousand dollars, and if I'm going to support a wife I'll need it." Cappy summoned Mr. Skinner, who felicitated the happy pair and departed pursuant to Cappy's order, to make out a check for Joey.
"Well, I have a license to cheer," Matt replied, "because I got out of the woods a long time ago. Before the vessel sailed from this port, I sent this letter to all her creditors!" And Matt thrust into Cappy Ricks' hand a copy of the letter in question. "That will not help you at all," Mr. Skinner, who had read the letter over Cappy's shoulder, declared.
After a long silence he shook his head negatively. "Then I'll sue you!" Matt replied. "There's a clause in the charter party. You've got to do it." Cappy's mouth flew open. "Oh, by Judas Priest, that's right," he said, and laughed. "So you're providing a job for yourself after the smoke clears away, eh?" he quizzed.
And with Cappy's motor cruiser swung in the cradle, ready for launching from the main deck aft, the Narcissus slipped out of Galveston and went snoring across the Gulf of Mexico, bound for Le Havre. Mike Murphy was not happy, however. He resented Cappy Ricks, who would persist in going below to inspect the cargo and in consequence smelled like a hostler.
Murphy reluctantly, "I suppose I do attach a certain er sentimental value to my ticket." "I thought you would. Cappy's got us by the short hair, Mike; and the only thing to do is to fly to it, with all sails set. We must never let on he's given us anything out of the ordinary." Mr. Murphy shivered; for, as Cappy had remarked to Mr. Skinner, the mate was Irish, hence imaginative.
He came home in the cabin of the Retriever that's how he came home; and the Terrible Swede I sent to thrash him and fire him came home under hatches. Yes; you'd do a lot of things, Skinner in your mind." Mr. Skinner pounded his desk savagely. Cappy's retort made him boiling mad. "Well, I'll bet I'd do something," he rasped. "I'd make that bucko suffer or I'd know the reason why."
Cappy snapped presently, unable to stand the silence any longer. "Come away from that weather chart. It's blowing a fifty-mile nor'west gale off Point Reyes, and that's all any shipping man cares to know to-day. You haven't got any ships at sea!" "No; but you have, sir," Matt replied, unable longer to simulate indifference to Cappy's presence.
He had to ask Mr. Skinner which made Skinner an important individual. With the passage of five years the general manager was high and low justice in Cappy's offices, and had mastered the not-too-difficult art of dominating his employer, for Cappy seldom seriously disagreed with those he trusted. He saved all his fighting force for his competitors.
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