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"Jagger" said the doctor. The voice was low almost a drawl but mightily authoritative: being without trace of feeling, but superior to passion, majestic. "Ay, sir?" "Go!" The doctor still stood with his back to us, still gazed, continuing tranquil, through the broad window to the world without.
The day we were starting there was rum served out to the crew. Mr. Jagger supplied it. When the vessel started, nearly all the crew were drunk. I had the wheel. About five minutes after she started I cut the spunyarn. The vessel began to go on the rocks. One of the crew shouted, 'Hard-a-starboard! I shouted that the port wheel chain was broken. Then the vessel went ashore.... Mr.
She chided me, after that, for the temper I had shown against Jagger and for the oath I had flung at his head, as I knew she would but did not chide me heartily, because, as she said, she was for the moment too gratefully happy to remember my short-comings against me.
The man lay in a flabby heap under the table, roaring lustily that he was being murdered; but so little sympathy did his plight extract, that, on the contrary, every man within happy reach, save Jagger and Skipper Tommy, gave him a hearty kick, taking no pains, it appeared, to choose the spot with mercy.
'Docks, says he, 'Jagger, says he, 'wants fish, an' I got t' get un. So it wasn't pleasant sailin' along o' him in the fall o' the year, when the wind was all in the nor'east, an' the shore was a lee shore every night o' the week. No, sir! 'twasn't pleasant sailin' along o' Skipper Jim in the Sink or Swim. On no account, 'twasn't pleasant!
Sure, says he, 'Jagger never heared that word! "Well, sir, as you knows, there's been a wonderful cotch o' fish on the Labrador side o' the Straits this summer. An' when Skipper Jim hears a Frenchman has brought the smallpox t' Poor Luck Harbour, we was tradin' the French shore o' Newfoundland. Then he up an' cusses the smallpox, an' says he'll make a v'y'ge of it, no matter what.
He is and I direct your particular attention to the astounding fact under arrest; being taken by a magistrate duly appointed by the authorities at St Johns. Observe, if you will, his ah rather abject condition. Mark his penitent air. Conceive, if you can, the ah ardour with which he will betray " Jagger turned on his heel and went wearily away.
'Twas timely warning: for the dog was crouched in the hall, his muscles taut for the spring, his king-hairs bristling, his fangs exposed. "Down!" shrieks Jagger. The diversion released me. Jagger sprang away; and I saw, in a flash, that his concern was not for me, but for himself, upon whom the dog's baleful glance was fastened.
"Is I right," pursued my father, his voice rising, "in thinkin' the gov'ment pays you t' tend the sick o' this coast?" "That's my business," flashed the doctor. "That's my business, sir!" Jagger looked upon my father's angry face and smiled. "Is we right, doctor," said Skipper Tommy, "in thinkin' you knows she lies desperate sick?" "Damme!" cried the doctor. "I've heard that tale before.
But the telling of that is for a later page; the man had small part in the scene immediately approaching: it was another. When the wind and rain again beat angrily upon the ship, his look of triumph at once gave place to cowardly concern; and he repeated: "'Tis a dirty night." "Ay," said the other, and, frowning, spread his cards before him. "What do you make, Jagger?"
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