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Whatever the object of this display, it gave me a great itching to retreat behind my sister's skirts, for fear and shame. And, as it appeared, he was quick to conjecture my feeling: for at once he dropped the fantastic manner and proceeded to a quiet and appallingly lucid statement of his business. "I'm Jagger o' Wayfarer's Tickle," said he, "an' I'm come t' take over this trade."
I suffered much in the silence while, together, Mary and I stared at the silent world, lying asleep in the pale light. "'Twas rum," she resumed, "that sent the crew o' the Right an' Tight t' hell. An' 'twas a merry time they had at the gate. Ay, a merry time, with Jagger fillin' the cups an' chalkin' it down agin the fish! But they went t' hell. They went t' hell!
'Oh, I got him broke! But he didn't have " "And with that," said the clerk, "off he put." "Men," cried Tom Tot, looking about upon our group, "we'll cotch un yet!" So we set out in pursuit of Jagger of Wayfarer's Tickle, who had fled over the hills I laugh to think of it with an ugly, red-eyed leader, to be fed with a whip: which dog I knew.... No snow fell.
I feel like the man with the poker was a-comin'." Joe Johnson gave him the jug and held it up, and the boy drank like one desperate. "How the young jagger lushes his jockey," the tall man muttered. "He's in Job's dock to-day. I'll take no more. A bloody fool I was all yesterday, an' oaring with my picture-frame. What place is this?" "Deil's Island, sir." "Ha! so it is.
This he promised me on a Sunday morning in his fish stage opposite to where the ship was put ashore. After the ship was put ashore he no longer discussed about the money I was to receive.... Two days before the 'Jessie Dodd' was put ashore I broke the wheel chain and tied the links with spunyarn. I showed the broken links to Mr. Jagger.
"'Skipper Jim, says I, 'sure you isn't goin' t' put this fish on the market! "'Hut! says he. 'Jagger an' me is worryin' about the price o' fish already. "We beat about offshore for three days, with the skipper laid up in the forecastle. Now what do you make o' that? The skipper laid up in the forecastle along o' Tommy Mib an' Tommy took the way he was! Come, now, what do you make o' that?"
"'Tis not for sale," my sister answered. "I wants the trade o' this harbour," said he, ignoring her, "on my books. An' I got t' have it." "We're wantin' my father's business," my sister persisted, but faintly now, "for Davy, when he's growed." "I'm able t' buy you out," Jagger pursued, addressing the ceiling, "or run you out. 'Tis cheaper an' quicker t' buy you out.
See, lad, says he, pointin' t' leeward, 'they're waitin', aboard that fishin' craft, t' see what we'll do. We'll show un that we're men! Jagger be damned, says he; 'we'll show un that we're men! Call the hands, says he; 'but leave Tommy Mib lie quiet in his bunk, says he, 'for he's dead. "'Skipper Jim, says I, lookin' in his blood-red eyes, an' then t' the breakers, 'what you goin' t' do?
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