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We'll have a good time while it does last," replied Lynch, apparently appalled by recalling the summary treatment of his shipmate. "Everybody seems to be having a good time here," said Grossbeck, as they passed a café, in front of which were a great number of small tables, at which gentlemen were drinking, smoking, and carrying on noisy conversation. "I don't see any reason why we should not.
Take out all the peas first, and put them in the right-hand pocket of your pea-jacket; then all the beans, and put them in the left-hand pocket; then count each." "Some fellow may see us counting them," said Grossbeck. "You must take care of that," answered Pelham. "If they do, it will not make much difference. Some of the fellows were careless, and threw their beans on the deck."
The prompt waiter came to them, bowed and scraped, and flourished a napkin, and hinted that he would be happy to take their order. "What will you have, Grossbeck?" "I'll take a glass of wine." "Let's see you take it!" laughed Lynch. "What shall we call for? I don't remember a word of French, now that I want to use it." "Perhaps the garçon can speak English. Ask him." "Ask him? What shall I say?"
"What do you know?" "Haven't you heard of the new game?" "What new game?" "'Don't know Beans." "Shuffles said something about it, but I did not comprehend his meaning." Grossbeck explained the game, whose history had been circulated among "our fellows." "And this game was played while the voting was going on?" said Pelham, who began to see the trick which his rival had put upon him.
"Where will Grossbeck stand when he receives the ballots?" "He won't stand anywhere in particular. We will see him together, and give him his instructions. I think it will be better for him to walk about the ship, and let the fellows hand him the votes on the sly, which he must put in his pocket. He shall count them in the presence of both of us."
"Waiter," called Lynch, who, as a general rule, was not guilty of knowing much about any of his studies, "bring me the bur." The servant took no notice of him. "Call him a garçon" said Grossbeck. "Garçon!" shouted Lynch. "Monsieur," replied the man. "Bring me the bur." "You might as well call for a Canada thistle," laughed Duncan, who was one of the best French scholars in the Josephine.
Grossbeck defended his conduct by saying that he had heard a great deal about the light wines of Europe, which people drank like water, and he did not suppose a couple of thimblefuls of it would hurt them. "Call for vin rouge next time," laughed Blount; "that means red wine, or claret. It isn't much stronger than water."
'There was a sound of revelry by night, and Belgium's capital' got considerably mixed," replied Grossbeck, whose head was not quite so full as his companion's. "What shall we do, my boy?" stammered Lynch. "That wine was nothing short of camphene. We shall be seen by the captain, and we shall both be sent to keep company with poor McDougal. We've lost our mess on the Josephine."
When the even bell strikes, Grossbeck and McKeon must count their beans. The one who has the most must appoint the next two bean-pots, or butts; and the one who has the smaller number must pick up all the beans that have been dropped on the deck. There is fun in it; though, perhaps, you wouldn't think so." "I will try it, at any rate."
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