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Despite the failure of Dick to bring in this particular story, however, the "Blade," the next morning, printed more than a column from the data furnished by Mr. Luce. Dick, however, didn't hear of it -in Gridley. It was Harry Hazelton, who, at four o'clock, mounted a horse he had hired for the trip and rode over to Tottenville, where the camp wagon was obtained from Mr. Newbegin Titmouse.
It is to be presumed that the memory is not a pleasant one: at least he never speaks of this period. He candidly admits, however, that he is glad to get back to earth and that he embraced the very first opportunity to be materialized. "Mr. Newbegin says that he is consumed with remorse for the wasted years of his previous existence.
"I don't know that I can stand him aboard the Seamew much longer. He attends to everybody's business but his own." "He means you no good, Captain Latham," she said frankly. "To-night he was repeating that silly story about the Seamew being haunted." "Cat's-foot!" ejaculated Tunis. "I wish I'd fired old Horry Newbegin for starting that." "But 'Rion keeps it up."
Forward, Horace Newbegin served as boatswain and Orion Latham was a sort of supercargo and general handy man. He was Tunis' cousin, several times removed. There were four Portygees to make up the company, a full crew for a sailing vessel of the tonnage of the Seamew. Yet every man was needed in handling her lofty canvas and in loading and unloading freight.
"Well -er -of course, one has to choose decent roads when touring with a wagon of that sort," admitted the owner. "Then you don't think ten dollars a fair price?" Dick Prescott inquired thoughtfully. "For a month's use of the wagon? I do not," replied Mr. Newbegin Titmouse with emphasis. "And so you decline our offer of ten dollars?" Prescott asked, looking still more thoughtful.
"There was a hoodooed schooner sailed out o' Salem some years back, the Marlin B. She had the same tug to sta'bo'd that I feel when I'm steerin' of this here schooner." The girl was recovering from her momentary excitement. She saw that Newbegin had no ulterior meaning in his speech.
Them Portygees well, there's no figuring on what they will do." "I can see you are bent on making them do something that will raise trouble," Newbegin said, shaking his head once more. "What do you expect? You know the Seamew is hoodooed. Huh! Seamew! That ain't no more her rightful name than it is mine." "I wouldn't say that." "I would!" snapped 'Rion. "She's the Marlin B., out o' Salem.
E . But the people of Pocock, who laid him out, dug his grave, and put him into it four years ago, know that John Newbegin has come back to them from a land they know not of." "The idea, of having a ghost somewhat more condensed it is true than the traditional ghost as a member was not at first overpleasing to the 311 inhabitants of Pocock Island.
Such a huge house for so limited a family had suggested the term to the sharp-tongued Cape Codders. Horry Newbegin turned the idea and his quid over several times, then commented: "Well, the skipper wouldn't be doing so bad at that!" The girl had never been to sea before, not even on a pleasure boat down the harbor. The delights of a sail to Nantasket were quite unknown to her.
"I didn't know that boy," muttered Newbegin Titmouse, looking after Prescott with a half admiring gaze, "and I didn't size him up right. He offered me ten dollars, and then got the wagon for six. Whew! I don't believe I ever before got off so badly as that in a trade.
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