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Captain Zelotes waved his hand, brushing the carload of pine out of the conversation. "Labe," he said, slowly, "did it seem to you that I was too hard on him?" Laban did not understand. "Hard on him?" he repeated. "I don't know's I just get " "Hard on Al. Did it seem to you as if I was a little too much of the bucko mate to the boy? Did I drive him too hard? Was I unreasonable?"
He seized the captain's hand in one of his, crushed it to a pulp, and returned the remains to the chief mourner. "Well, say," he cried, his grin widening, "that feels natural, don't it? Last time you and me shook hands was over three years ago. How are you? Blessed if it ain't good to see you again." Captain Dan was slowly regaining his equilibrium. "Same to you, Labe," he returned heartily.
Queen Labe, who could not better justify herself than by showing this mark of confidence in the King of Persia, broke off a piece of his cake, and ate it. She had no sooner swallowed it than she appeared much troubled, and remained as it were motionless.
"There's one part she hasn't guessed," shouted Captain Dan; "or that you haven't guessed either, Gertie, God bless you. I guessed it myself, this very day, and I guessed it because I had a letter from Labe Ginn up at Scarford that put me on the right track. Gertie, that letter you wrote to John WASN'T mailed; the postman DIDN'T get it; John himself never got it." "Daddy! Daddy, what "
He built it up, he and Labe together, and when he figgered to take you aboard with him 'twas SOME chance for you, 'cordin' to his lookout. Now you can't hardly blame him for bein' disappointed when you chuck that chance away and take to writin' poetry pieces, can you?" "But but why, confound it, Rachel, you don't understand!" "Yes, I do, but your grandpa don't.
No doubt about that.... Well, why don't you say somethin'? Ain't you glad to see me?" Azuba looked as if she did not know whether she was glad or not; in fact, as if she knew or realized any little of anything. "Labe!" she said again. "Laban Ginn! When WHERE did you come from?" "Oh, from all 'round. Trumet was my last port and I made that by way of Malagy and Philadelphy.
Don't ask ME how he got 'em; stole 'em, I suppose, same as he stole that telegram from John. Anyhow, Labe and Hapgood have sent those letters to the present young woman's pa." Daniel whistled. "Whew!" he exclaimed. "That's interestin'." "Ain't it, now!
Every time Labe goes on a time seem's if trade was brisker'n it's been for a month. Seems as if all creation and part of East Harniss had been hangin' back waitin' till he had a shade on 'fore they come to trade. Makes a feller feel like votin' the Prohibition ticket. I WOULD vote it, by crimustee, if I thought 'twould do any good.
"And poor, dear Madeline, of course, is counting the moments." "Stay as long as you feel like, Al," said the captain, when told of the proposed visit. "It's the dull season at the office, anyhow, and Labe and I can get along first-rate, with Issy to superintend. Stay as long as you want to, only " "Only what, Grandfather?" "Only don't want to stay too long.
The answer was prompt. "No, Cap'n Lote," replied Keeler. "You mean that? . . . Um-hm. . . . Well, sometimes seems as if I might have been. You see, Labe, when he first come I Well, I cal'late I was consider'ble prejudiced against him. Account of his father, you understand." "Sartin. Sure. I understand." "It took me a good while to get reconciled to the Portygee streak in him.
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