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You can use your code book and save a couple of dollars." "Code book!" Mr. Hankins protested indignantly. "Why, who ever heard of a code book for cabling on baby business?" "Use your shipping code. Here; hand me that code book. There's bound to be something to fit the occasion there always is. Hum-m-m! Ahem! Harumph-h-h! Let us see what we shall see under the head of cargoes; Loading! Discharging!
Oh, Judas Priest, nobody helps me! Bless your sweet heart, my dear, here you are, aren't you? Yes, and I'll not forget you for it either. No, no, no! No notes. Just stick piece of paper in the typewriter now then! Ready! Dictation direct to machine. Er ah! Harumph-h-h! Oh, suffering sailor! What's the name of the French bank in Papeete? I don't know.
Tell Hankins to draw a check for the rebate in full and bring it in to me. Send in a stenographer." Cappy clawed his whiskers as the stenographer took her seat at his desk. "Ahem! Hum! Harumph-h-h!" he began. "Take letter." "Mr. J. Augustus Redell "President West Coast Trading Co. "Merchants' Exchange Building, City.
Demurrage! Ahem! That won't do. He'd be liable to confuse it with the ship's business. Harumph-h-h! Arrivals. Now we have it. Landry has been asking of an expected arrival, hasn't he?" Cappy ran his index finger down the page. "Here you are, Hankins. Hum-m-m! Afilamos meaning no new arrivals.
"I know exactly what you're going to say and I admit your right to say it, but as ahem! Harumph-h-h! now, Skinner, listen to reason. How the devil could you have the heart to reject that crippled ex-soldier? There he stood, on one sound leg, with his sleeve tucked into his coat pocket and on his homely face the grin of an unwhipped, unbeatable man.
Daney outlined The Laird's expressed course of action with regard to his son. "He means it," Donald assured the general manager. "He never bluffs. He gave me plenty of warning and his decision has not been arrived at in a hurry. He's through with me." "I fear he is, my boy. Er-ah-ahem! Harumph-h-h!
Ricks knows the story before we have told it. And yet he's complaining about the loss of his punch!" Cappy looked slightly self-conscious; it was plain the compliment pleased him. "Well, Gus, my boy," he answered, "I have lost my punch, though at that I'm not exactly a pork-and-beaner. Hum-m-m! Ahem! Harumph-h-h! This must be a hard order to fill.
Well, I'll do it, my boy, because I think you made a bully buy; and she's worth it. I'll take over your bargain for you and give you, say er ahem! we harumph-h-h say twenty-five thousand dollars profit. Not so bad, eh? When I was your age " Cappy paused, open-mouthed. He had suddenly remembered something. "Oh, no," he contradicted himself; "this isn't my foolish day not by a jugful!
Of course, Skinner, Matt will get busy right away, looking for the right skipper to relieve Captain Curtis and about that time the president emeritus will shove in his oar and ball things up. Every doggoned skipper Matt recommends for the job is going to have his application vetoed by Alden P. Ricks, and er ahem! Harumph-h-h!" "Yes, Mr. Ricks." "And you stick by me, Skinner.
You've earned it a thousand times over and then some. Hum-m! Ahem! Harumph-h-h! By the way, Skinner, my dear boy, I forgot to mention to you another little idea that's in the back of my head." "You mean about sending Matt to sea for a voyage?" "Exactly. The sea is a wonderful institution, Skinner wonderful!
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