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There came another six-pounder shell, this time cutting cleanly through the Tampico's bow. But that was the last. On, on like an avenging sea-monster swept the Tampico, sullen, silent, with the potential energy of dynamite lurking in the force of her momentum. And straight, inexorable, Captain Merrithew stood on the bridge with his hands on the wheel spokes.
Author of "Dan Merrithew," "Prince or Chauffeur," "Holton," and "The Fullback." Lives in New York City. *"Certain Rich Man, A. " Boy's Mother, The. Idealist, The. POTTLE, EMERY. Is a poet and short-story writer of distinction, now with the Aviation Corps in France, specializing in Observation Balloon work. Breach in the Wall, The. *Portrait, The.
Over there are Regulus and his sickle, and in the northwest you see Queen Vega. There is Ursa Major up there, nearly overhead. There's the Little Bear north of it; and still north is the good old North Star. We are going straight for land, Miss Howland." "You are awfully clever, Captain Merrithew." Dan looked at her quickly. She was smiling mockingly.
"You were the captain of the tug?" asked Mr. Rowland. "Yes, Captain Merrithew," and Dan ceased speaking and gazed at the deck. "You owned the tug?" "No," replied Dan. "Captain Merrithew, I cannot say anything adequate. I appreciate what you have done I cannot say how much." "Oh, father," broke in the girl, "tell him it was noble!" "It was noble," resumed Mr. Howland.
"Oh, I don't know," he said. "At all events, it keeps us young. As for Walton, I'd be ashamed to own him for a cousin," winking at Dan. "Why, Merrithew, all his family had been Yale from great-grandfather down." "There; you hear him, Captain Merrithew," cried Miss Howland; "don't you think that's a horrid way to talk?" Dan smiled, tapping lightly on the table with his fingers.
It was along about the end of the afternoon they had come out of the church of Saint George the Greater, which as being most accessible had been left to the latter end of their explorations. Mrs. Merrithew had just sent Giuseppe back for a shawl which she had dropped in the cloister.
Merrithew proving quite in the mood for it, they went to the Lido with an extra gondolier Miss Dassonville had stipulated for one who could sing and came home in time to see Venice all a-flower, with the continual slither of the gondolas about it like some slim sort of moth. They explored Saint George of the Sea Weed after that, took tea in the public gardens and had a day at Torcello.
Later he was visited by a stringency which Mrs. Merrithew was inclined to impute to a Providence, which, however prompt it had been in the repayment of the slight to the motherless infant, had somehow failed to protect her from its consequences.
I am largely interested in the business affairs of this country; but I obtained those interests fairly, and it is my duty to myself and my daughter and my business associates to maintain and develop them. "I talk to you this way, Merrithew, because I have felt you were going wrong, and I wanted to set you right. I'll say frankly I know I'll not lose anything in so doing. I owe you a great deal.
He glanced at Dan with admiring eyes. "I want to compliment you, Captain Merrithew," he said. "You have your crew well in hand." "Thank you," replied Dan, "if you will keep your party in hand there'll be no danger at all. I don't care what happens, with the sea falling." Another half-hour. The steamship, a stout coaster, had now climbed over the horizon. Mr.
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