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The booming bass of Jim Boone broke in: "Shut up, the whole gang of you. We've had luck for the six years Pierre has been with us. Who calls him a Jonah?" And Black Gandil answered: "I do. I've sailed the seas. I know bad luck when I see it." "You've been seeing it for six years." "The worst storms come on a voyage that starts with fair weather. Patterson?
And Black Gandil answered with his evil, sudden grin: "Maybe McGurk, but not God." They started on again with Garry Patterson and Dick Wilbur riding close on either side of Pierre, supporting his limp body. It delayed the whole gang, for they could not go on faster than a jog-trot. The wind, however, was falling off in violence.
The booming bass of Jim Boone broke in: "Shut up, the whole gang of you. We've had luck for the six years Pierre has been with us. Who calls him a Jonah?" And Black Gandil answered: "I do. I've sailed the seas. I know bad luck when I see it." "You've been seeing it for six years." "The worst storms come on a voyage that starts with fair weather. Patterson?
In the largest habitable room they found a fire fed with rotten timbers from the wrecked portion of the building, and scattered through the room a sullen and dejected group: Mansie, Branch, Jim Boone, and Black Morgan Gandil. At a glance it was easy to detect their malady; it was the horrible ennui which comes to men who are always surrounded by one set of faces.
"Because my blood runs cold in me when I look at you." Red Pierre grew rigid and straightened in a way they knew. "Damn you, Gandil, I've borne with you and your croaking too long, d'ye hear? Too long, and I'll hear no more of it, understand?" "Why not? You'll hear from me every time I sight you in the offing. You c'n lay to that!"
"Oh, dad dear dad," she groaned. "You've broken my heart; you've broken my heart!" The others filed softly out of the room and stood bareheaded under the winter sky. Bud Mansie, his meager face transformed with wonder, said: "Fellers, what d'you know about it? Our Jack's grown up." And Black Gandil answered: "Look at this Pierre frowning at the ground. It was him that changed her."
Dick Wilbur rose, tall and stiff, and stood with his hands gripped at his sides, and Black Morgan Gandil clutched at the table before him and his keen eyes wandered swiftly about the room, seeking a place for escape. There was only one sound, and that was a whispering moan of terror from Jacqueline.
Wilbur is gone. Out of seven we're only four left. Who's next?" He stared gloomily from face to face, and Gandil snarled: "A fellow who saves a shipwrecked man " "Damn you, keep still, Gandil." "Don't damn me, Pierre le Rouge, but damn the luck you've brought to Jim Boone." "Jim, do you chalk all this up against me?" "I, lad? No, no! But it's queer. Patterson's done for; there's no doubt of that.
"Here's the first: I want to bury a man in Morgantown and I need help to do it." Black Gandil snarled: "You heard me, boys; blood to start with. Who's the man you want us to put out?" "He's dead my father." They came up straight in their chairs like trained actors rising to a stage crisis. The snarl straightened on the lips of Black Morgan Gandil.
Clearly, as if it were a painted picture, she saw him facing Gandil saw their hands leap for the guns saw Gandil pitch face forward on the floor. "Pierre for God's sake!" Her terror convinced him partially, and the furor went back from his eyes as a light goes back in a long, dark hall. "On your honor, Jack, it's not Gandil?" "On my honor." "But someone has broken you up.
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