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Just then Captain Spark, having received his clearance papers by messenger, gave orders to cast off. The Eagle was about to sail. "All ashore that's going ashore!" called the first mate. The 'longshoreman started down the gangplank which was about to be hauled in. "Wait, I must pay you!" called the nervous passenger, turning back toward the man who had brought his trunk aboard.
Same on land as on sea, I reckon. No good anywhere. Got a friend who's a longshoreman and says th' same 'bout his work. No good anywhere." He paused as though waiting for the other to introduce himself. "My name is Wilson, haven't done much of anything and that's rotten poor fun. But I want to get to South America and I'll do anything under the sun that will pay my way there." "Anything?"
As he side stepped, with a duck of the head he gathered himself together, snapped forward, and landed a jab square upon Barber's right eye. "Ow-oo!" It was a bellow, mingling surprise with rage and pain. Involuntarily, the longshoreman fell back a pace, and lifted a hand to his face.
I. P. McDowell, alias Charles Adams, age 28, printer, born in Illinois. C. D. McLennan, age 48, longshoreman, born in Georgia. Carl Newman, age 30, laborer, born in Sweden. John Nugent, age 38, laborer, born in New York. Malachi O'Neill, age 34, blacksmith, born in Ireland. Earl Osborne, age 33, logger, born in North Carolina. Jack Paterson, age 24, laborer, born in Illinois.
"This is Mister One-Eye," introduced Johnnie, his well arm twined proudly about the stranger's leathery neck. It was plain that the longshoreman was powerfully impressed. And Johnnie realized better than ever that he had brought home a real personage. "Yep, call me One-Eye and I'll come," declared the personage. "But now the bed's ready, sonny."
And then I shall begin to hammer myself! to swear at myself in a way that would make a longshoreman turn white. And I shall spend perhaps two or three hours perhaps two or three days doing that, until I am quite in a white heat; and then I shall go to my work. That is the price I pay for being distracted. May 11th. I said to myself the day before yesterday with a kind of a dry sob "I can't do it!
But Big Tom was not yet gone. And a moment later, the boy was looking at the outer knob, now in the clutch of several great, grimy, calloused fingers. "Let your hair alone!" ordered the longshoreman. Then the door closed finally, and the stairs complained with loud creakings as Barber descended them. Johnnie waited till the door in front of him moved and rattled again, then
Seeing that this last order was obeyed, the nervous man advanced up the gangplank. He came on deck, set his two valises very carefully down, watched the 'longshoreman place the trunk on end, as if it contained eggs, and then he asked of Bob: "Is this ship the Eagle?" "Yes, sir." "Are you sure now? I don't want any mistake made. I don't see the name on it anywhere."
For meself, shure, I can't always be certain whether 'tis that or maybe just the opp'site!" "I can be sure," went on the longshoreman. He sucked his teeth belligerently. "I know when I'm honored, and also when I'm not." "Is it like that?" retorted Father Pat smoothly. "Then I'll say ye're smarter than I judged ye was from seein' ye put a lad on to the street t' sell flowers of a Sunday mornin'."
"Don't y' touch anythin'!" warned the longshoreman, fussing with the matches as he strolled. "I won't." Layers of curling black leaves were lying uppermost in the stove. And they were moving, as if they were living and suffering things. On some of the leaves Johnnie could see lettering.
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