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Cappy listened to Matt Peasley's announcement; then with a propitiatory "Ahem! Hum! Harump-h-h-h!" he hitched himself forward in his chair and gazed at Matt over the rims of his spectacles. "Tell me, Matt," he demanded presently, "who is this man Reardon? I do not recall such an engineer in our employ and I thought I knew them all." "He is not in our employ, sir.
But don't worry, you'll be a master again, and then you'll be dropping in here a couple of times a month pestering me for a lot of things for your ship that you could probably get along without. You're looking fit, my boy." "I'm feeling fit, sir," Matt replied, grinning. "I'm glad to hear it," was Cappy's grim reply. "Hum! Harump-h-h-h! Let me see now.
I daresay if he ever gets through the Golden Gate he'll call up at the office." "Skinner, I can't wait that long. Many things may happen. Ahem! Harump-h-h-h! Wire the man Peasley, Skinner, to have his photograph taken and forwarded to me immediately charging expense." "Very well, sir," Mr. Skinner responded. "Well, I'll be keel-hauled and skull-dragged," Matt Peasley declared to Mr. Murphy.
Cappy tore open the envelope, drew forth the photograph, scrutinized it carefully and then laid it face down on his desk, while he got out his spectacles, cleaned them carefully, adjusted them and gazed at the photograph once more. "Ahem! Hu-m-m-m! Harump-h-h-h!
Harump-h-h-h! Skinner, this fellow will not do. He is too windy. Skinner, he tells the story in eight words, and forgets to use his code book. Give me a skipper, Skinner, my boy, who always has his owner's interest at heart and displays a commendable discretion in limiting the depredations practiced by the cable company.
Hum! Ahem! Harump-h-h-h! Call up the attorney for that man Jacobsen that's suing the Quickstep, and tell him to come down here with his man and we'll settle the case out of court. His charge lies against Kjellin for assault and battery, but after all, Skinner, I dare say we are in a measure responsible for our servants.
"I'll not, Skinner. He will never go to sea again. I'm not going to have his license taken away from him er Hum! Ahem! Harump-h-h-h! But I'll see that he doesn't use it again. The fact is, Skinner, I'm er getting old and er you're pretty hard-worked in the lumber department, so I've Hum! Harump-h-h-h! decided to relieve you of the shipping entirely and hire Matt for our port captain.
Harump-h-h-h!" infallible evidence that Cappy Ricks was in the immediate offing, yearning for Matt to turn round in order that he might hail the boy and thus re-establish diplomatic relations. Matt, however, elected to be perverse and pay no attention to Cappy; instead, he moved closer to the chart and affected greater interest in it. "Hello, you big, sulky boob!"
Harump-h-h-h! Take telegram: 'Captain Matthew Peasley, care Rainier Mill and Lumber Company, Tacoma, Washington. You're fired! Ricks. Ahem! Huh! Har-ump! Take 'nother telegram: 'Mr.
Skinner, make a note of the qualifications of Michael J. Murphy for a master's berth and give him the first opening." He returned to a perusal of the report. "Huh! Harump-h-h-h!
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