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A minute later, his own brace and bit carefully secreted, his hand was descending on the shoulder of a man he could not recognize in the gloom, but who, on his knees and wheezing, was steadily boring into the head of a cask. The culprit made no effort to escape, and when Daughtry struck a match he gazed down into the upturned face of the Ancient Mariner.
"But you ain't got the money to buy 'm," Daughtry replied, when the other had increased his first offer of five hundred dollars for Michael to a thousand. "I've got the thousand, if that's what you mean." "No," Daughtry shook his head. "I mean he ain't for sale at any price. Besides, what do you want 'm for?" "I like him," Del Mar answered. "Why do I come to this joint?
This time the steward's hand was barely missed by a snap, and he leaped back as Michael ferociously sprang the length of the rope at him. "Take 'm away!" Dag Daughtry roared angrily. "The treacherous beast! I wouldn't take 'm for gift!"
"You're not up to snuff, I'll wager. Eh?" "Can't say that I am," Daughtry agreed. "I guess I got to get back to the sea an' the tropics and warm the rheumatics outa me." "Where?" queried Doctor Emory, almost absently, so well did he feign it, as if apparently on the verge of returning to a closer examination, of Kwaque's swelling.
Half-way to the steamer the ancient ceased wheezing and spoke, nodding his head at Michael. "That fella dog he belong big white marster along schooner . . . You give 'm me ten stick tobacco," he added after due pause to let the information sink in. "I give 'm you bang alongside head," Daughtry assured him cheerfully. "White marster along schooner plenty friend along me too much.
The two, by the way, had long before made their first appearance on the Makambo as little puppies in Dag Daughtry's coat pockets Daughtry, in his usual fashion, having appropriated them ashore in Sydney and sold them to Captain Duncan for a guinea apiece. By this time, scrambling to his feet, Michael was really angry.
Daughtry found that he already understood and obeyed simple things such as "no," "yes," "get up," and "lie down," and he improved on them, teaching him, "Go into the bunk and lie down," "Go under the bunk," "Bring one shoe," "Bring two shoes."
It was a dug-out, as ancient and dilapidated as its owner, and, in order to get into it without capsizing, Daughtry wet one leg to the ankle and the other leg to the knee. The old man contorted himself aboard, rolling his body across the gunwale so quickly, that, even while it started to capsize, his weight was across the danger-point and counterbalancing the canoe to its proper equilibrium.
In his instinctive, spasmodic effort to maintain balance, he relaxed his clutch on the pistol, which fell into the sea. "Ha-ah!" Daughtry girded. "What price Nishikanta? I got his number, and he's lost you fellows' goats. He's your meat now. Easy meat? I should say! And when it comes to the eating, eat him first.
"Fools! all fools! a ship of fools!" Dag Daughtry exulted; repeating what he had expressed in the hold, as he bored the last barrel, listened to the good water gurgling away into the bilge, and chuckled over his discovery of the Ancient Mariner on the same lay as his own.
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