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It can receive your message, but it can't send one that will reach the nearest wireless station and that's at Honolulu. And until the bank in Tahiti can confirm drafts by wireless I imagine it will not pay them on presentation." Cappy surrendered. He couldn't stand any more. "Good-bye, Gus," he said. "Good luck to you!
Every dog must have his day and I'm a wise old dog. I'll teach that Matt boy some respect for his owners before I'm through with him!" When Matt Peasley's Yankee combativeness, coupled with the accident of birth in the old home town of Cappy Ricks, gained for him command of the Blue Star Navigation Company's big barkentine, Retriever, he lacked eight days of his twenty-first birthday.
On the other hand, if the Germans delay their departure from the Pacific, the British will surely get wind of the Narcissus waiting at Montevideo; and when she comes out they'll just naturally grab her." "I guess you're right," Cappy replied gloomily; "so for the present we're pro-German.
However, you're young you don't know any better; so I forgive you. Of course I realized you wanted, that steamer, boy. I knew your heart was set on seeing our house flag floating from her mainstruck; so I Well, I just thought I'd get her for you, to sort of square myself for those two bonehead plays I pulled earlier in the year." "Oh, but you shouldn't have paid two millions for her, Cappy!
Skinner rang for the girl and retired in high dudgeon, while Cappy Ricks smote his corrugated brow and brought forth the following: Captain Matthew Peasley, Master Barkentine Retriever, Hall's Dry Dock, Eagle Harbor, Wash. "Yes; that was a grave oversight sending you to Antofagasta without docking you first. Express my appreciation of Murphy's forethought in killing some of the worms.
"I also told you, Skinner, my boy, that he is to be my son-in-law," Cappy interrupted, like a good general bringing up his heavy artillery prior to ordering a charge. "I beg of you, Skinner, whatever your animosities, to bear in mind the fact that my daughter could not possibly engage herself to a rowdy." "Out of respect to you and Miss Florence I shall not indulge in personalities, sir," Mr.
Cappy saw him deflect the gun while another man traversed it; for five seconds his eyes pressed the sight, and when the gun remained motionless Cappy knew that the hull of the submarine was looming fairly on the intersection of the cross wires in the sight. The range was point-blank! Quick as were Murphy and his crew, however, the gun crew of the submarine was quicker.
"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.
"Have you any objection to Morrow & Company as recharterers?" Cappy started slightly, hesitated a fraction of a second, and replied that he had no objection whatsoever. "Very well, sir," Matt replied. "Will you please have Mr. Skinner prepare the charter parties right away, sign them, and send them over to my office for my signature? I can't wait to sign them now.
Had he known, however, that his prospective captain had but recently attained his majority the Old Man would have ascribed Matt Peasley's record-breaking voyage from Cape Town to Grays Harbor as sheer luck, and forthwith would have set Master Matthew down for a five-year apprenticeship as first mate; for Cappy was the product of an older day, and held that gray hairs and experience are the prime requisites for a berth as master.
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