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Murphy looked at them climbing the hills inland, their whoops and yells coming back to him like pæans of victory. "And what county do ye think this is, Skipper?" he asked. "The county of Cork, of course," answered the captain. "Well," said Murphy, "an enemy's country. We'll hope that the county o' Cork 'll take care o' thim. They're beyand you and me and Hennesey, Skipper."
They noisily averred that they could, and they did, nearly parting the halyards when the yard could go no higher. The chain-sheets they could not break, hard as they tried. "It's not according to seamanship, Hennesey," said Murphy, "to man yer halyards before ye sheet home; but any way at all with this bunch. Now git up to the foreto'gallant and the royal, while I take the main.
At a meeting of the brotherhood that evening, Murphy posted the name of Timothy Hennesey, scab, and Captain Williams, outlaw; then, somewhat easier in his mind, took account of the immediate business situation.
When they wakened at daylight they found me among 'em with the tug alongside, and insisted that I drink wid thim 'fore goin' aboard the tug." "And ye did?" "I did. They had their fingers at me throat, Murphy. So I drank. I git this for tryin' to help you out in your schemes, John Murphy." "And I git this for not watchin' you, Tim Hennesey.
Williams, knowing by experience that no crew would sign with him if he showed himself, remained away from the shipping-office and took his ship down to the Horseshoe with the help of his two mates, cook, steward, and a tug, leaving his articles in the care of Hennesey, and trusting to him to sign the crew and bring them down in the tug that would tow him out past the light-ship.
"It goes, Hennesey," said Murphy, wiping the perspiration from his brow. "By puttin' wan gang agin' the other, maybe we won't need to show the bricks." "Yes," replied Hennesey, "that's all right; but I oncet heard an old, wise skipper say that any farmer can make sail, but it takes a sailor to take it in. What'll we do if it comes on to blow?"
He ascended the wooden stairs, and in a dingy room with one desk and chair found his former aid. "Well, what the hill is this, Hennesey tryin' to take the brid out of honest min's mouths?" "I've me livin' to make, Murphy, an' I'm a-doin' it. I got the crew of the Albatross." "An' what did ye do wid 'em?" "Put 'em wid Stillman, over beyant. Ye might ha' had 'em had ye played fair."
"This deal I got from your discharged runner, Hennesey. I only dealt with the fellow because he told me he had quit you. And look at what he gave me for a crew twenty-four wild Micks that, let alone the ropes, can't speak English or understand it. Are you a party to this trick, Murphy?" "I'm not," declared Murphy, stoutly.
I'm not the man to hold a grudge. Ye know thot." "But I am," muttered Hennesey, as they parted. And thus did Murphy plan his dark vengeance upon Captain Williams. It went through without a hitch; the twenty-four wild men from Galway and Limerick, shipped on by Brother Mike, arrived at Murphy's house in a few days, and were housed and fed "mate" with every meal to the scandal of Mrs.
Stillman was Murphy's most important rival, and the news did not cheer him. He glared darkly at Hennesey. "An' I've got the shippin' o' Williams's new crew whin he sails," continued Hennesey, "an' I'll not go to you for 'em, Murphy." "Ye'll not?" responded Murphy, luridly. "After all the wark I've given ye." "I'll not. I told ye I'd git yer business, an' I'll do it."
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