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He recognised him in an instant, as he must have done had he met him in the most crowded street of a great city, so distinctively peculiar was his figure. "David! David Gidge!" he gasped, recovering his voice for the effort, and in another moment, flinging his arms about the astonished mariner's neck, he was pouring out a flood of incoherent words. "Wal, I'll be jiggered!" remarked Mr.
Cabot Grant, with hands thrust into his trousers pockets, leaned against a wharf post and surveyed the oncoming launch with languid curiosity. The Yankee schooner swung gracefully at her moorings, and from her a boat was pulling towards shore; while on the deck of the "Sea Bee," also anchored in the stream, David Gidge placidly smoked a pipe.
David Gidge, while their warrant only mentions that of Mrs. Whiteway Baldwin. It'll be a big bluff, of course, and won't work for very long, but it may puzzle 'em a bit and give the delay of proceedings that you require." "I believe you are right about keeping on with the work," replied White, thoughtfully; "though I am not so sure about the other part of your scheme.
After that I propose that we both go on to New York, where I am almost certain I can get you something to do that will pay even better than a lobster factory. If that plan strikes you as all right, and if Mr. Gidge will set me ashore here, I'll just take a look at Bell Island and then hurry on to St. Johns."
The launch slowed down as it neared him, and an officer inquired in the crisp tones of authority: "What place is this?" Deliberately taking the pipe from his mouth, and looking about him as though to refresh his memory, Mr. Gidge answered: "I've heard it called by a number of names." "Was one of them Pretty Harbour?" "Now that you mention it, I believe it were."
Sailing vessels aren't allowed to show any above their side lights. Now go below and eat your supper while I take her." This eating alone was such an unpleasant feature of the cruise that, as Cabot sat down to his solitary meal, he regretted having persuaded White to leave David Gidge behind.
"You are a trump, David Gidge!" exclaimed Cabot, while White gratefully squeezed the honest fellow's hand. "I promised to look arter 'em till you come back," said the sailorman, simply. At length the sealing season closed, and the prow of the "Labrador" was turned homeward, but even now, after many an anxious discussion, our lads were undecided as to what they should do upon landing.
So it was only after a most satisfactory meal and several cups of very hot tea that he was ready in his turn to ask questions. But he was not given the chance; for, as soon as White Baldwin was through with eating, he went on dock to relieve the tiller, and the other member of the crew, whose name was David Gidge, came below.
He was glad of a chance to view some more of that magnificent west coast scenery, and when the little schooner finally rounded South Head, and was pointed towards the massive front of Blomidon, which David Gidge called "Blow-me-down," he felt well repaid for his delay by the enchanting beauty of the Bay of Islands that lay outspread before them.
"But how do you know my name? I don't recognise you." "I am Cabot Grant, who was with you on the 'Lavinia' when " "Good heavens, man! It can't be." "It is, though, and I never was more glad to see any one, not even David Gidge, than I am to see you at this minute. But why are you second mate instead of captain?"
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