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And I will say Hanson must give me reason first to smash him. And then we will argue like two fools with mouths full of much noise. Are you ready?" Daughtry nodded, and thereupon ensued a loud-voiced discussion that drew Michael's earnest attention from one talker to the other. "I got you," Captain Jorgensen announced, as he saw the waiter approaching with but a single schooner of beer.
By this time many men were about the table, all wanting to buy beer and test Michael. "Glory be," Dag Daughtry solloquized. "A funny world. Thirsty one moment. The next moment they'd fair drown you in beer." Several even wanted to buy Michael, offering ridiculous sums like fifteen and twenty dollars. "I tell you what," Captain Jorgensen muttered to Daughtry, whom he had drawn away into a corner.
Shortly after, Done, who was watching developments with keen interest, saw a Scandinavian seaman named Jorgensen steal over the side, and slip into the sea like a porpoise. Jorgensen struck out for the shore, swimming under water for the most part, till he had covered a distance of about two hundred yards from the ship.
Possibly he may be able to dispel this anxious fear of hers, from whatever cause it arises." I promised the Doctor to speak to Mrs. Mason about it, and he soon after took leave, having first satisfied himself that the unlucky pistol was incapable of doing further mischief, and safely hidden from Miss Jorgensen.
"But are you going again to send in a tender?" Morten looked at his father, horrified. The man nodded. "But you aren't good enough for them you know you aren't! They just laugh at you!" "This time I shall be the one to laugh," retorted Jorgensen, his brow clouding at the thought of all the contempt he had had to endure.
"That's one fine bow-wow. A bow-wow is good on a scow when all hands sleep alongside the dock or in an anchor watch." "Fire Hanson now," Dag Daughtry urged. But Captain Jorgensen shook his slow head slowly. "First I smash him up." "Then smash him now and fire him," Daughtry persisted. "There he is right now at the corner of the bar." "No. He must give me reason. I got plenty of reason.
I have an idea, Miss Jorgensen, from what you have said of yourself, that this necessity for repose, which is forced upon you, will prove to be an excellent thing. Certainly, you were wearing out very fast with your incessant labor." "Perhaps so I mean, perhaps inforced rest will not be bad for me; but, O, there is such need to work! I can so poorly afford to be idle."
Jorgensen set the madman on his legs again and escorted him home. Pelle and Morten followed them hand-in-hand. A peculiar feeling of satisfaction thrilled Pelle through; he had seen strength personified in action, and he had made a friend. After that they were inseparable. Their friendship did not grow to full strength; it overshadowed them suddenly, magically conjured out of their hearts.
"But are you going again to send in a tender?" Morten looked at his father, horrified. The man nodded. "But you aren't good enough for them you know you aren't! They just laugh at you!" "This time I shall be the one to laugh," retorted Jorgensen, his brow clouding at the thought of all the contempt he had had to endure.
Three weeks slipped away, and Miss Jorgensen had passed the most painful period of suppuration and healing in her arm, and had promised to come down-stairs next day to dine with the family. Mrs.
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