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What schooner is this? by whom commanded, and whither bound?" "The Julia Dodd; Joshua Fullalove; bound for Juan Fernandez with the raw material of civilization look at the varmint skippin' and a printing-press; an' that's the instrument of civilization, I rather think." "Well, sir; and why in Heaven's name did you change your course?" "Wal, I reckon I changed it to tell you a lie."
A voice sounded in his ear: "Poor thing! she has s foundered." It was Fullalove scanning the horizon with his famous glass. "Foundered? Who?" said Dodd; though he did not care much who sank, who swam. Then he remembered the vessel, whose flashing guns had shed a human ray on the unearthly horror of the black hurricane. He looked all round. Blank. Ay, she had perished with all hands.
He had a vision of himself walking up to the front door of the Hardys, smoking a pipe in a well-appointed room, and telling an incredulous and envious Fullalove Alley about it afterwards. "I shall be very pleased, sir," he said, impressively. "Come round on Tuesday," said his visitor. "I shall be at home then." Mr.
Fullalove wore a rueful countenance. "Darn the critter," said he, "he'll take skin off my bones if I don't mind. Fust Britisher ever I met as had the sense to see that. 'Twas rather handsome, warn't it? Wal, human nature is deep; every man you tackle in business larns ye something.
Fullalove was one of the extraordinary products of an extraordinary nation, the United States of America. He was an engineer for one thing, and an inventive and practical mechanician; held two patents of his own creating, which yielded him a good income both at home and in Great Britain.
Wilks spent one of the pleasantest evenings of his life, and, returning home in a slight state of mental exhilaration, severely exercised the tongues of Fullalove Alley by a bearing considered incompatible with his station. Jem Hardy paid a return call on the following Friday, and had no cause to complain of any lack of warmth in his reception.
Wilks, at Fullalove Alley, and on several occasions had the agreeable task of escorting her back home. He cabled to his father for news of the illustrious stowaway immediately the Conqueror was notified as having reached Port Elizabeth. The reply "Left ship" confirmed his worst fears, but he cheerfully accepted Mrs.
"Says the whale to the swordfish," suggested Fullalove, with a little guttural laugh. The captain, with the American glass at his eye, turned half round to the man at the wheel: "Starboard!" "Starboard it is." "Steer South South East." "Ay, ay, sir." And the ship's course was thus altered two points. This order lowered Dodd fifty per cent in Mr. Sharpe's estimation.
His face, or as much of it as she could see in the firelight, bore a look of honest concern somewhat at variance with the quality of his voice. If it had not been for the absurdity of altering her plans on his account she would have postponed her visit to the steward until another day. The walk to Fullalove Alley was all too short for Jem Hardy.
But no light being shown any nearer on the coast, and the ship expected every minute to go to pieces, Dodd asked if any one would try to swim ashore with a line made fast to a hawser on board. A sailor offered to go if any other man would risk his life along with him. Instantly Fullalove stripped, and Vespasian next "Two is enough on such a desperate errand," said Dodd with a groan.
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