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Hope you will permit nothing to militate against the preservation of that schedule. Answer. "That's what comes of having an inexperienced man in the vessel," he complained to the cashier. "That fellow Peasley sees a few white caps on the bar, and he's afraid to cross out. Damn! Kjellin had her three years and never hung behind a bar once.
"But what are you going to do about it? We can scarcely discharge Kjellin without a hearing and without proof that he is to blame." "What am I going to do about it?" Cappy echoed.
We handle them as fast as they swing them in from the mill dock." "Yump in an' do somedings yourself," Kjellin growled. "Don't stand roundt like a young leddy." "D'ye mean you want I should mule shingles round in this hold like a longshoreman?" "Sure! Ve got to get to sea Sunday morning, und every liddle bit helps." "Well, then you'll get along without my little bit.
Many a time he's come down to Humboldt Bar and found half a dozen steam schooners at anchor inside, waiting for a chance to duck out. Did Kjellin drop anchor too? He did not. Out he went and bucked right through it." Mr. Skinner waited at the office until six o'clock to get Matt Peasley's answer. He got it between the eyes: I have no jurisdiction over Humboldt Bar.
"When I was before the mast in the Annabel Lee he was her skipper, so when I met him in Pedro minus his ticket and stony broke I gave him a lift to San Francisco. Mr. Ricks informed me that I would be permitted these little courtesies within the bounds of reason." "When Captain Kjellin had the Quickstep," Mr. Skinner answered, "he never carried dead-heads."
"That makes it a plain case of assault and battery, whereas if you lick him before you pay him off, he can sue your owners. You're a fine, smart squarehead!" "You bet!" Kjellin answered, and struck him a stunning blow behind the ear.
Hum! Ahem! Harump-h-h-h! Call up the attorney for that man Jacobsen that's suing the Quickstep, and tell him to come down here with his man and we'll settle the case out of court. His charge lies against Kjellin for assault and battery, but after all, Skinner, I dare say we are in a measure responsible for our servants.
"Ricks of the Blue Star speaking," he announced crisply. "Been furnishing many second mates to the Quickstep lately?" "Why, yes, Mr. Ricks. Kjellin wires for a new second mate quite frequently. They don't seem to stay with him more than a voyage or two. He's quite a driver, you know, Mr. Ricks." "I know," Cappy replied grimly.
And Matt put on his coat and whistled to the winchman to steady his slingload while he climbed out of the hold. Kjellin followed and Matt preceded him to his stateroom, where the captain paid him the few dollars he had coming to him. "Sign clear," he ordered, and Matt took an indelible pencil and stooped over the skipper's desk to sign the pay roll.
I'm going up to the mill office now to report to the owners by telephone." "Dot ban't none o' your business, Peasley," Kjellin protested. "Dot is der first mate's job. You ban fired." "Yes, I know. Now I'm back-firing," Matt retorted. Fifteen minutes later he had Cappy Ricks on the long-distance telephone. "Mr. Ricks," he began, "this is Peasley talking from Eureka.
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