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"Oh, Cousin Eph," said Cynthia, laughing in spite of herself, and glancing at Bob, "is that all you can say?" "Cousin Eph's all right," said Bob, laughing too. "We understand each other." "Callate we do," answered Ephraim. "I'll go so far as to say there hain't nobody I'd ruther see you marry. Guess I'll hev to go back to the kit, now. What's to become of the old pensioner, Cynthy?"
The course being narrow, the sloop was obliged to sail rather close to the fleet. "That's no fisherman!" muttered Somers, watching, his hands thrust deep in his pockets. Presently the sloop's hull was lost to Eph's sight beyond the gunboat. Then the boy heard a voice from the "Hudson's" deck roar out: "Look alive, you lubber! Do you want to foul our anchor chain?"
It was like a gust of wind from a summer garden. The table, but now so bare, fairly sagged and steamed with offerings of Thanksgiving. Somehow the steam got into Eph's eyes and made them wet, till all he could do was to say whimsically: "There goes my last chance at a bread-and-milk Thanksgiving." But now Aunt Tildy had the floor, with her faded face all alight.
The carroty-topped boy crouched low, resting his hands on his knees, after the manner of a football player awaiting an assault. Kamanako slid in close. Ere Eph could seize him the Japanese let himself fall lightly on one side. One of his feet hooked itself behind Eph's advanced left ankle, the other foot pressing against the knee of the same leg.
But you're not going to leave me marooned, are you?" "Not likely," laughed Jack. "You're right in the path of the approaching vessel, Eph, and they'll see your rockets and lantern. They'll pick you up." Eph's face went suddenly solemn. "Say," he muttered, "I'll have a real interesting time trying to make some sort of an explanation, won't I? What shall I tell them if they do pick me up?"
I wonder if anything can have happened to him? Come along, Eph!" The two raced across the street. "Jack, old fellow! What on earth's the matter?" demanded Hal Hastings, anxiously. "I wish you could tell me," responded Jack Benson, speaking rather thickly, for he was still somewhat dazed. "Oh, my head!" "There has been some queer work here," muttered Hal in Eph's ear.
Eph's got no friends around here to complain. He's a yaller hound, that nobody cares what's done to him. It'll be good riddance o' bad rubbish." He stalked out of the Headquarters, and beckoned imperiously to a squad that he saw coming down the street under the command of a Sergeant.
He indicated Jack by a nod, so the little Japanese turned to Benson with another bow. Now, as it happened, a steward was just what Captain Benson wanted. Such duties, formerly, had fallen upon Eph Somers. But now cooking and serving meals did not exactly jibe with Eph's present position aboard the "Benson" Eph was really first officer or mate. "Yes, we want a steward," Jack admitted.
"How should I know?" demanded Eph, solemnly. "You see your friends, and you see their condition." "Smell their breaths, sir. There isn't a trace of the odor of liquor." The surgeon did so, confirming Eph's claim. "But I remember that Mr. Benson came aboard, at Dunhaven, with a very strong odor of liquor," continued the lieutenant commander.
This brought Eph's head above the fringe of savin bush again, and now he beheld a wonderful sight. Fisherman Jones was again on his feet, staring in wild surprise at Miltiades, whom he sighted for the first time, within ten feet of him.
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