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He had been watching the sun at play among the coils of her soft, dark hair, a glint here as of bronze, a gleam there as of gold, ever changing under the caresses of that flaming lover a hundred million miles away. The affable Mr. Nicklestick was standing beside Percival, carrying on a more or less one-sided conversation.
Nicklestick. "I have," growled the sailor. "He says he never uses it in that form. I guess he's tellin' the truth." "Never uses what?" "Tobacco, sir." "Oh!" said Mr. Nicklestick, and, catching a glimpse of Madame Obosky emerging upon the deck, unceremoniously deserted his companions and hurried off to join her, his speed being suddenly accelerated by the spectacle of Mr.
"How far is it to land, my frient?" he inquired. The sailor touched his cap. "Which way, sir?" he asked solemnly. "Fore or aft?" "Vat? Land, you know vat I mean, the end of the ocean. How far avay is it?" The sailor calculated. "Well, the nearest land, sir, I should say, is about three hundred miles away, to port." "How deep is it here?" asked Mr. Nicklestick, moving away from the rail suddenly.
You've got about fifteen minutes to shed that Stein & Bloch suit and jump into something that will never need pressing again, your working clothes. I'm doing you a kindness. That gang out there won't stand for slackers. If you're wise you'll take my word for it." He was turning away when Nicklestick intercepted him. "What do you think they would do, Mr. Percival?" he inquired in some agitation.
Landover, "turned out to be the damnedest rascal I've ever encountered." "How did you happen to have him in the bank if you are such a good judge of men?" inquired Mr. Fitts, utterly without malice. Mr. Landover reddened. "My dear sir, I do not come in contact with every employe of the bank. You forget that it is quite an immense institution." "It sure is," said Mr. Nicklestick.
"I should hate to see her lose her head over a fellow like him." "She is a splendid girl," said Landover warmly. "One of the oldest families in New York. She deserves nothing but the best." "That's right, that's right," assented Mr. Nicklestick. "I don't know when I've met a more charming young lady, Mr. Landover." "I didn't know you had met her," observed the banker coldly.
Would he dare throw the great capitalist, this mighty Croesus, this autocrat, into the sea? The first boat carried off Nicklestick, Block, Shine and the other objectors. Landover was in his stateroom. "Just a minute," called out Percival to the oarsmen, as they waited for him to take his place in the last boat. "We're shy a man, I see." His eye ranged the deck. His face was a sickly yellow.
Nicklestick has about five hundred dollars in money, and so has Mr. Block and one or two others. They've all got letters of credit, express checks, and so forth, and I suppose there is a wheelbarrow full of jewellery on board this ship.
"I've been feeling some of the people out in regard to the election next week. I think it's a great idea. You got a cinch, A. A. Nobody vants anybody but you for governor. What seems to be " "Sh!" "Oh, you go to the devil!" addressed the exasperated Mr. Nicklestick to the Brazilian. "Ain't we got freedom of speech here on this island? Veil, then!
Nicklestick, I would suggest a careful study of the first cabin list, the second cabin list, and finally the third cabin list, if you can find such a thing. You will also run up against some excellent material from the United States Navy, to say nothing of a fine lot of able seamen. They've adopted a common name. Do you know what they call each other?" "No," said Nicklestick, wiping his brow.
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