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I shall never get tired of hearing how my husband died. He must have been brave to cling to the boat." "You bet he was, and if ever you need money, you come to me, for I'm the boy that's got it in the yellow!" Corkey bows himself down the steps. There two managers of museums implore a few moments' conversation. They tender their cards. "Naw!" says Corkey, "we don't want no museum."
The captain greeted the sight with a bass roar, Philosopher Jack with a stentorian shout. Ben Trench did his best to follow Jack's example. Simon O'Rook uttered an Irish howl, threw his cap into the air, and forthwith began an impromptu hornpipe, in which he was joined by Bob Corkey.
Bob Corkey and I have made him a hut on the other side of the bushes there, you may see the top of it through the leaves." "Does any one know where Mr Luke is?" asked the captain.
"Top flat, across the alley from the Grand Pacific." "That's a five-story building, isn't it?" "That's what it is." Corkey is busy fixing his telegrams for the printer. He is trying to learn what the current date is, and is unwilling to ask. The night editor is thinking of Mrs. Corkey, a handsome little woman, for whom the "boys in the office" have a pleasant regard. "Is there an elevator?"
The people below seem to know that a boat is being put out. But Corkey is the only man on the ship who thinks the idea practicable. "Of what use to lower a small boat," say the sailors, "in Georgian Bay?" The man above must descend on that little line. He doesn't want to do that.
See how solid I've got 'em." Lockwin's brow clouds as the boss tells of this new development. "Those sailors will fight," he says. "But Corkey reckons on the gamblers," explains the boss, "and we can fix the gamblers." "What will you do?" "Do? I'll do as I did in 1868, when I was running the Third. The eight-hour men had the ward." "What did you do?"
There is a white form lying in the hall near an open front door. The servants rush up-stairs. There is a hubbub and a giving of orders. The voices of the street come into the hall-way as winds into a cave: "Extra! Extra! 'Palling calamity! Hundred and fifteen congressmen drowned! Extra! Extra!" Corkey and Noah are nearing the residence of Esther Lockwin.
"I wouldn't be likely to do up my man if I introduced him to everybody." Yet the opportunity to murder Lockwin, as a theoretical proposition, dwells with Corkey, now that he is clearly innocent. "I might have given him a false name. He'd a had to stand it, because he don't like this business nohow. Everything was favorable. Have we time for a drink, cap'n?" The last sentence aloud.
How often has Esther Lockwin thrown herself on a couch, weeping and moaning as if her body would not hold her rebellious heart as when Corkey left her in those black and earliest days of the great tempest of woe! "It is marvelous that it is held to be dishonorable to die, and honorable to live," she cries. "Oh, David, David, come back! come back! so noble, so good, so great!
Then if they can't git anywhere, they come back." Corkey is pleased with his own remark. "Sometimes," he adds, "they don't come back. They are bluffed back by the wind." Lockwin sits in the same uncommunicative attitude. "Pardner, you didn't come out into Georgian Bay for nothing. I know that. So I will tell you what I am going to do with the collectorship.
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