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Updated: May 29, 2025
"How about you, Zebedee?" demanded the captain of the Seamew. "I am not afraid of any foolish talk, anyway, Captain Latham. Had I been I wouldn't have applied for the berth. I had heard enough about it. Eunez Pareta, I believe, talked too much to the Portygees, and that is why you couldn't keep them. But I'm not a Portygee." "I'll say you're not," agreed Tunis.
Some of them had been members of the Seamew's deserting crews. They were afraid of Tunis Latham, but they had little sympathy for Orion. The skipper caught up with him in the middle of the road and almost opposite the Pareta cottage. Orion had picked up a cobblestone as he reached the street and, finding himself about to be overtaken, he turned and threw the missile at Tunis' head.
"That is the daughter of Pareta, who brought up your trunk when you came here, Ida May," said Tunis carelessly. "But do you see who the man is?" she said, with some surprise. "It is your cousin." "'Rion? So it is. Well," he added rather scornfully, "no accounting for tastes. She's a decent-enough girl, I guess, but we don't mix much with the Portygees.
"Ah!" exclaimed Eunez Pareta to Johnny Lark, the Seamew's cook. "So you know she of the evil eye, eh?" "What do you mean?" asked Johnny. "That pretty girl who rides behind Captain Latham?" "Si!" "She has no evil eye," declared the cook stoutly. "It is told me that she has," said the smiling girl. "And she has put what you call the 'hoodoo' on that schooner. She come down in her from Boston."
"Who wouldn't, if they got the chance?" "Si?" Eunez commented sibilantly. Naturally, many people besides Eunez Pareta in and about Big Wreck Cove were interested in the coming of the stranger to Cap'n Ira Ball's.
She'll raise real trouble in the town 'fore she's well and safely married." "That is awful," murmured the old woman, casting another glance back at the girl and wondering why Eunez Pareta scowled so hatefully after them. Following service, as usual, there was social intercourse on the steps of the church and at the horse sheds back of it.
The color flashed into her dark cheek, and her black eyes reflected some unexplained anger. Beside her, leaning against the house wall, was the handle end of a broken oar. Tunis chanced to mark that there was a streak of dull blue paint on it. "You have sharp eyes. Tunis Latham," hissed the girl. "Not all of the Lathams are too proud to walk with Eunez Pareta or too proud to think of her.
She thought for a moment of Sellers' restaurant and the little room she had occupied on Hanover Street. This was contentment. Old Pareta had brought her trunk and bag and carried them up to the big, well-furnished room she was to occupy.
And Tunis Latham went on to the wharf where the Seamew tied up with a warmth at his heart which he had never experienced before. That another girl rose betimes on these mornings and waited and watched for him to pass, the young schooner captain never noticed. That Eunez Pareta should be lingering about the edge of Portygee Town as he came down from the Head made small impression on his mind.
Neither Eunez Pareta nor any other girl of the port, Portygee or Yankee had ever made Tunis Latham's heart flutter. He was not impervious to the blandishments of all feminine beauty. As Cap'n Ira Ball would have said, Tunis was "a general admirer of the sect."
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