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This man I got could buy your old schooner and a hundred like her, an' never miss the money. He asked for a boat and I said Jarrow, an' when the young lady asked who's to skipper it, I said Jarrow's the man, an' Peth for mate, an' he sung out for me to bring ye up to the tavern an' sign the charter. I'll say no more I'll see Hood."
"I'd git my stuff all opened up and stowed while we're in the bay," suggested Jarrow. "There may be a swell on outside, and then it's goin' to be hot below as the sun climbs. Tom! How's that coffee comin' on?" The fat Chinese cook looked out from the galley, a white cap on his head and an apron tied about him. He grinned pleasantly, and replied that the coffee was on the fire.
I want to know something about him." "Ain't I tellin' of ye?" asked Doc. "Who all can tell ye, if I don'? Reckon that Zamboanga planter's gwine come back to life jes' fo' talkin' purposes, Mr. Trask?" "But he and Captain Jarrow must get along if they've been together for several years." "Git along, man! Them two don' git along, not the way we-all say it. Mr. Peth an' de cap'n? Huh!
"Give him what he wants," said Locke. "We'll play the game as the cards run." So Trask took out the magazine, and removed the cartridge from the chamber of the pistol and surrendered the ammunition. Jarrow went into his room for the paper, and they heard him fumbling in the little bulkhead desk. "No use arguing with a man when he's got the drop on you," said Locke.
I got a wreckin' business. You ask anybody in Manila about me." "And you say Dinshaw sent you?" "Yes, sir. I take it you've had a talk with him." "So I have." "Then it's all right. Understand he mentioned me." "You are Captain Jarrow? And you have a schooner?" asked Trask. "Jarrow!" exclaimed Marjorie. "Of course! Don't you remember, Dad? Captain Dinshaw told us about Captain Jarrow."
But Trask thought that it was no time to call the captain's attention to what was going on, partly because Dinshaw should have remained aft while such work was being done, and partly because a criticism from Jarrow would undoubtedly cause a renewal of the row that should be allowed to blow over.
"What's going on?" he demanded, seeing that Jarrow and Trask were serious-faced, each waiting for the other to speak. He looked about the decks questioningly. "The devil to pay," said Jarrow. "Crew's gone," said Trask. "Crew! Gone! Where?" "Jumped the ship in the night with the dinghy," said Jarrow. "Say, what's the joke?" inquired Locke, blankly. "You two look as though there was to be a hanging.
As they cleared the old transport docks they made out the Nuestra well off the breakwater, her brown, bare masts rising like spires from her black hull, and the morning sun glinting from a strip of brass on her taffrail. They could see busy figures aboard, and as they drew nearer Captain Jarrow appeared on the poop-deck smoking a cigar.
Once, when Bede was still a boy, a fearful plague swept the land, "killing and destroying a great multitude of men." In the monastery of Jarrow all who could read, or preach, or sing were killed by it. Only the Abbot himself and a little lad were left. The Abbot loved services and the praises of the church.
Trask sprang to his feet, his face scarlet with rage. "You sit down, young feller," said Jarrow, holding up a hand for attention. "Don't go off half-cocked." "What's the meaning of this?" demanded Locke. His back was to Jarrow, and he did not get up. Trask stood glaring at Jarrow with trembling lips and set jaw.
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