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It was a sound that he well knew—the hoisting of sail. “I wonder if the local fishermen start out at this time of the night?” Eph Somers remarked, musingly, to the sentry. “It may be so, sir; I don’t know,” replied the marine. Presently Eph made out the lines and the spread of canvas of a handsome knockabout sloop standing on out of the harbor.
She had been pretending to a lot, and as she hadn't yet made good, of course she got a great raking. "She's here at last, boys the yacht, the wonderful, marvellous Victory! Ain't she a bird? Built to beat the fleet! Look at the knockabout bow of her!" "Knockabout googleums h-yah!
"Nor am I playing a knockabout vaudeville sketch." "Don't talk back at me!" "Kindly don't shout at me! Your voice is unpleasant enough without your raising it." Open defiance was a thing which Mr Goble had never encountered before, and for a moment it deprived him of breath. He recovered it, however, almost immediately. "You're fired!" "On the contrary," said Mr Hill, "I'm resigning."
"Hold that measly dog's collar," he broke in. "So! I don't care to be bitten. I've had my share of knockabout stuff, for one day." Stooping, he picked up Brice as easily as though Gavin had been a baby, and with rough tenderness carried him toward the house.
“This man says, sir,” continued the petty officer, “that he saw your friends, sir, going aboard a white knockabout sloop.” “He did, eh?” demanded the astonished Eph. “How long ago was that?” “Only a few minutes ago, sir,” replied the sailor. “You’re sure you saw Mr. Benson and Mr. Hastings?” “Yes, sir.”
It was intended to make the whole Navy think the Pollard boat one that couldn't be depended upon?" "That was the idea," assented Sam Truax, weakly. "What sort of a looking fellow is Tip Gaynor?" asked Jack. "You've met him!" "I?" demanded Jack, in astonishment. "Yes. From what I hear. He was the blackbearded man who drugged you and shanghaied you in the white knockabout.
He was constantly wounded, and yet his good-nature was such that he could not bear malice: the viper might sting him, but he never learned by experience, and had no sooner recovered from his pain than he tenderly placed it once more in his bosom. His life was a tragedy written in the terms of knockabout farce.
"This man says, sir," continued the petty officer, "that he saw your friends, sir, going aboard a white knockabout sloop." "He did, eh?" demanded the astonished Eph. "How long ago was that?" "Only a few minutes ago, sir," replied the sailor. "You're sure you saw Mr. Benson and Mr. Hastings?" "Yes, sir." "That's queer," reflected Eph.
And she she's the right sort no frills, or airs, or bluffs. Sensible, natural. If I'd have had a few more patients like them, I'd have starved to death long ago. Why, they didn't have even a single measle not one whooping cough out of the lot. Disgraceful!" In the meanwhile, far out on the sound, the little knockabout was heeling far over in the playful breath of the summer breeze.
"I'll give you ten cents for bringing them," he added, to make certain that Pep would not change him mind. "Have you had any breakfast?" "I haven't had no eatin' since yesterday mornin'." "What would you do if I gave you ten cents?" Pep's eyes opened in wonder. In his knockabout life he had met all sorts of people, yet here was certainly a new kind. "Yer jokin'!" he gasped. "No, I'm not."
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