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"Some one would see us, and want to know what we were doing." "I can't leave the deck; I'm on duty," replied Shuffles. "Let the receivers count it themselves." "We ought to see them do it." "That is not necessary. They don't know how many votes they have." "I'm sure I don't," said Grossbeck. "Neither do I," added McKeon.
"I only know that the captain and all the officers of the first part of the port watch voted, and other fellows who would no more join this thing than they would jump overboard," replied McKeon. "How could they vote how could the captain vote without understanding the whole thing?" demanded Pelham, perplexed at the inconsistency of the facts. "I think I know something about it," added Grossbeck.
"Of course I do." "All the officers of the first part of the port watch voted," added Grossbeck. "They did!" exclaimed Pelham. "Well, was it any stranger that the officers of the first part of the port watch voted, than it was that those of the second part did so?" inquired Shuffles, with earnestness. "I think it was," replied Pelham, decidedly. "Paul Kendall was one of them," said McKeon.
"Oui," replied the man, pointing in the direction from which they had come, and leading the way himself. In a few moments they reached the square they had missed, and Grossbeck recognized the flaming signs of a large clothing store, on the corner of the street in which the hotel was located. "Thank you. I am very much obliged to you," said he to the policeman, as he pointed to the street.
"I say, McKeon, can't you help us out?" said Grossbeck. "Ay, ay; certainly we can," replied "our fellows," in concert, as they gathered closely around the inebriates, and, thus encircling them, marched into the hotel. "Keep still, Lynch; don't say a word," whispered Grossbeck, as they entered the hall, effectually concealed from the observation of the officers by their companions. Mr.
"That's the strongest wine I ever drank," said Grossbeck. "How much is it?" asked Lynch. "Let's see combien?" "Un franc cinquante centimes," replied the waiter, after he had glanced at a gauge on the decanter which indicated the quantity of the fiery fluid that had been consumed. Neither of them could understand the answer, and Grossbeck handed the garçon a franc.
"Oui," replied the officer, solemnly, though the grateful acknowledgments of the juvenile tippler were lost upon him, except so far as he could interpret them by the motions of the speaker. "I feel meaner than Napoleon did after the battle of Waterloo," groaned Lynch. "Stiffen up, now. Here's the hotel," added Grossbeck. "Well, what shall we do?
"Stiffen up, Lynch. Don't give way to it. What sort of a sailor are you, that can't bear two thimblefuls of wine?" "That wine was camphene, I tell you. It feels just like a whole bunch of friction matches touched off at once in my stomach that's so. I'm a poor boy and no mistake, Grossbeck." Lynch suddenly stopped, and grasped his companion by the arm. "What's the matter," demanded Grossbeck.
"Our fellows" thought this was a good joke, and the new pastime was soon understood throughout the ship, and "butts" were appointed in each quarter watch to play it the next day. "The fellows have all voted, I suppose," said Pelham when the party had obtained a good position for the conference. "The time is out, whether they have or not," replied Grossbeck.
They were conscious that they had gone astray, and looked in vain for the square in front of the Théâtre Royal, which they had marked as an objective point. At last they came across a solitary policeman, who paused on his walk to observe their unsteady tramp. "Hôtel Royal?" said Grossbeck, addressing the officer.
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