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"No, thank you, Carl," said the little man. "I am more active than you think. Here we are!" He descended nimbly to the ground, and, drawing a one-dollar bill from his pocket, handed it to the driver. "I don't like to take it, Mr. Jennings," said Mr. Leach. "Why not? The laborer is worthy of his hire. Now, Carl, let us go into the house." Mr. Mr. Jennings did not need to open the door.
"I have seen it before." "This bill?" "Yes, sir; I paid it to Mr. Leach for the Maud's sails since dark," answered Donald, so squarely that the nabob could not help looking at his daughter and smiling. "He said you paid promptly, which is a solid virtue in a business man. By the way, Don John, you will be out of work as soon as the Maud is finished."
"Such a step would be very hazardous to those who ventured aloft." "It would not be without danger, and some loss must be expected; but they who fight must expect risks." "In which case it will be the business of Mr. Leach and myself to head the parties aloft. If we are obliged to console the dying, damn me, but we are entitled to the privilege of fighting the living."
"Who was the poor old lady that prayed so fervently?" he asked; "I have never heard anything like it since I was a boy." "Oh, that's the Widow Leach," Telly responded; "she always acts that way and feels so too, I guess. She is an object of pity here, and very poor.
Time and again he fought it out with Leach who fought back always, like a wildcat, tooth and nail and fist, until stretched, exhausted or unconscious, on the deck. And he was never averse to another encounter. All the devil that was in him challenged the devil in Wolf Larsen.
He would say: "Make restitution, and make it quick, for God's eye is on you God's wide ear is bending down from that sky up there to hear the words you speak." Mostyn stood still in the lonely road. "Yes, he'd advise that," he muttered, "but I can't do it. It would take almost all I have left, and I must live. Leach can talk, but I am not in his shoes. I might be better off if I were.
Leach claims to have counted ninety-five operatives thus shut out, standing before a factory, whose clock was a quarter of an hour slower than the town clocks at night, and a quarter of an hour faster in the morning. The Factory Report relates similar facts.
Then they dropped into a pleasant chat about trifles, and the ocean's voice kept up its rhythm, the fire sparkled, and the small cottage clock ticked the happy moments away. "How is Mrs. Leach?" he asked at last; "does she pray as fervently at every meeting?" "Just the same," replied Telly, "and always will as long as she has breath. It is, as father says, her only consolation."
The Astraea, too, had suffered much, and was glad to get back into Paita as quick as she could. We had several men badly wounded, among whom was our captain; and one poor boy, named Tommy Leach, was cut in halves by grape-shot. We made a second attempt to capture her two days later, but were again beaten off. "Next morning Mr. Brown and Captain Duck had more angry words.
Each moment I looked, and everybody looked, for him to leap upon the boy and destroy him. But it was not his whim. His cigar went out, and he continued to gaze silently and curiously. Leach had worked himself into an ecstasy of impotent rage. "Pig! Pig! Pig!" he was reiterating at the top of his lungs. "Why don't you come down and kill me, you murderer? You can do it! I ain't afraid!
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