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The door was closed and fastened, and Grossbeck gratefully acknowledged the kindness of his friends in getting them out of the scrape. "What did you drink?" asked McKeon. "Wine," answered the tippler. "What kind of wine?" "I don't know eau de vie." "Eau de vie!" exclaimed Blount, whose knowledge of French was above the average of that of "our fellows."
"O, I know. Parlez-vous Angleterre?" added Grossbeck, turning to the waiter. "Non, monsieur," replied the waiter, who did not speak "England." "O, confound it! What's the Dutch for wine?" demanded Lynch, impatiently. "I know eau de vie. Garçon, eau de vie," replied Grossbeck, confidently. The waiter disappeared, and presently returned with a small decanter and two minute wine-glasses.
The man shook his head, and held out his hand for more. Lynch gave him another franc, and he returned a half franc piece. "Pour boire?" said the man with a winning smile. "Poor bwar! Who's he?" demanded Lynch, in whose head the strong water was producing its effect. "He means 'poor boy. I say, Grossbeck, does he think I'm I'm sizzled? I feel so myself. Come, let's go."
"That's what we called for," added Grossbeck. "And it was as strong as camphene," said Lynch, as he tumbled into bed. "It was brandy!" laughed Blount. The boys all laughed at the blunder, and Lynch repeated his pledge not to drink any strong liquors, wine, or beer again.
If the figures of the two receivers agree, that is the end of the whole thing, and you or I will be the captain." "That's so; but here comes McKeon," replied Shuffles, as the receiver gave him the paper on which the result of the votes he had received was written. It was too dark to see it, and the rivals waited, in great excitement of mind, for the appearance of Grossbeck.
"Of course he does," laughed Pelham, who realized that he had been a little too fast in betraying the strength of his faction. "I wouldn't appoint an officer." "Well, you mention some fellow," said the politic Pelham. "Say Wilton." "Mention another." "Lynch." "No; try again." "Grossbeck." "Very well; I will agree to him." "But he might make some mistake."
The young seamen entered the arcade, in which many people were promenading. "They say this city is a second edition of Paris on a small scale," continued Lynch. "This is very well got up; but from what I have seen of the town, it looks like a one-horse city. The streets are not much wider than a cow-path." "But they say it is like Paris," added Grossbeck.
Had you any idea that forty-one fellows belonged to the Chain?" "I had not," replied Shuffles, honestly. "I was never more surprised in my life, than when I saw Tom Ellis and Andy Groom vote." "That was all right. Both of them joined." "I can tell you what took me all aback," interposed McKeon, who, with Grossbeck, had been walking back and forth in the waist.
"What do they do with them?" "You try it yourself. Take two of these beans." Paul took them. "Now you must give one to Grossbeck, and the other to McKeon, without letting any fellow see you do it. If any fellow does see you give it to either of them, he will say, in a low tone, 'Don't know Beans, and then the butt must drop it on deck.
"It's called 'Don't know Beans," answered Shuffles in deep thought. "The fellows have a good deal of sport out of it in the off-time." "'Don't know Beans! I never heard of such a game before. Tell me about it." "You see Grossbeck and McKeon?" "Yes." "Well, they are the butts, as we call them. All the fellows in our watch have some beans," added Shuffles, taking a handful of them from his pocket.
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