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Them two git along smooth as a houn' dawg in a brier patch." "They quarrel a lot, eh?" "Fight ain' no name fer it. Mr. Peth he owns part of this hyar schooner, an' Cap'n Jarrow he wants fer to git him out. I look for him to drap Mr. Peth over the side some fine night if Mr. Peth don' drap him fust." "Then that's why Mr. Peth didn't want to sleep aft here?" "Mos' doubtless.
All Northumbria Northumbria in the ancient and widest sense of the word owes a debt of gratitude to Jarrow, for was it not the home of Bede?
My daughter's worried." "Oh, Mr Peth's all right," said Jarrow. "His bark's worse'n his bite. He feels a little awkward with you folks aboard, that's all. It was the old man scraped him." "I've already chipped the old man about it," said Locke. "I wish you'd let the matter drop. What did Mr. Peth decide to do?" "He's set on bunkin' with the men," said Jarrow.
Trask leaned against the taffrail, waiting to see if Jarrow would speak, and if the captain's mood warranted it, intended to report the loss of his pistol. Locke and Marjorie were in deck chairs around the cabin on the lee side, sheltered from sun and wind to some degree by the sail over their heads.
Peth measured the veranda with his long legs and disappeared into the bar, while Jarrow squeaked his way into the palms and velvet grandeur of the sala, waving away the boy who came to inquire about his baggage. "Yes, sir," said Wilkins, rising from behind the railed desk. "You got a man here named Locke," asserted Jarrow, seizing the railing as if to brace himself against a shock.
"What's this Doc said about you cookin' gold out of sand?" asked Jarrow. "Brass filings," said Trask, promptly, and took some of the particles from his trousers pocket and dumped them into Jarrow's palm. "Had my suspicions of him, and wanted to see if he'd give me a double cross. And he has the nerve to want to come back!"
The pretence is that we must let it go forward to buy arms and munitions of war, and I fear the fate of the steamer Calhoun illustrates the destination of these arms and munitions of war after they are bought with our cotton. Her commander set her on fire and the Yankees put her out just in time to secure the prize. This cotton power is a momentous question "Very good. The next, Jarrow."
My daughter and I are leaving the day after to-morrow for Hong Kong to connect with the Pacific Mail. We were going this morning, but missed the Taming." "This'll just about kill old man Dinshaw," said Jarrow. "He's so pathetic," said Marjorie. "I'm sorry if we've done anything to disappoint him. I'll always feel guilty about it. Just what did he say, Captain Jarrow?"
Captain Dinshaw went into the cabin, and looking down, Trask could see him bent over the table, sucking a stub of a pencil and studying a sheet of paper. "What's the bearin' and distance of Point Luzon?" he called up the companion. Jarrow looked at Locke and smiled. "Northwest, five miles," called Jarrow, after a look at the compass and the land. "What course ye steerin'?" "Nor'wes'bywes'."
We find him for the fifth time at the mart of learning, and bringing home, as Bede has told us, 'a multitude of books of all kinds. He divided his new wealth between the Church at Wearmouth and the Abbey at Jarrow, across the river.
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