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He tried unsuccessfully to get the widow to take more money for his board and when that effort failed, life in the McCoy household went as it had when he was a telegraph operator receiving forty dollars a month.
I had to bribe everyone in the hotel to get it; and I have something to write and, no more moving about I hope, for at least a week. I am able to see the ships at anchor for miles, and the landing stage for all the warships is just under my window. As near as McCoy Rock from the terrace. It is like a moving picture all the time.
And yet it was perfectly clear that she could not. "Fish is what we're needing right now," he said with blunt emphasis. "We're ready to go. McCoy has a good crew and he can handle them fast. A whole lot faster than we've been getting them," he added. She interrupted as he knew she would. "Well, I'm doing my level darnedest," she retorted.
A screech of the steam whistle interrupted further speech and the two men jumped to their feet and hurried out on the floor of the cannery at the signal to resume work. "Only have enough to run about an hour," McCoy answered in response to Gregory's question concerning the supply of fish on hand.
I sent my aide-de-camp, Colonel McCoy, up to Durham's Station with this letter, with instructions to receive the answer, to telegraph its contents back to me at Raleigh, and to arrange for an interview.
Calling up the cannery it was some time before a sleepy voice answered his summons. "Boss ain't here. Went out at eight and ain't been back since. Want to leave message?" McCoy snapped up the receiver and walked slowly into his room. So it was Gregory. Where had he been going at this time of night? And on the run, too. The forgetting of the paper was only a frame-up. Dick had acted funny.
It has been handed over by the Imperial Government for administration by the colony of New South Wales, and in a few years longer all that will remain of its Bounty story will be the names of Christian, Young, McCoy, Quintall, and the rest of them still names which indicate the "best families" of the island. To this day it is a mystery exactly how and when Christian met his death.
"Oh, I say, Matt," cried McCoy, "who put that cocoa-nut on the bridge of your nose?" "Who?" grow led Quintal, with an oath. "Who on the island would dare to do it but that domineerin' upstart, Christian?" "Humph!" answered McCoy, with a slight sneer. He followed this up with a curse on domineerers in general, and on Fletcher Christian in particular.
Dickie sensed his embarrassment and noting that neither man appeared to enjoy himself, strove to make her guests feel more at home. Both men she knew were vitally interested in the operation of the cannery. And Gregory, at her request, had brought up the balance-sheet. A discussion of business affairs would relieve the situation and at the same time rescue McCoy from Aunt Mary's checker-board.
Ask THEM. I'm not picking out gun sites for the Germans; I'm picking out positions of defense for Americans when the Germans come!" Van Vorst laughed derisively. "My word!" he exclaimed. "You're as bad as Jimmie!" Captain McCoy regarded him with disfavor. "And you, sir," he retorted, "are as bad as ninety million other Americans. You WON'T believe!
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