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Updated: July 17, 2025
"Maybe he's only young," Grief suggested. "He can't contain his drink that's clear." The manager glared his disgust and wrath. "If he raises a hand to Peter, so help me, I'll give him a licking myself, the little overgrown cad!" The pearl-buyer pulled the pegs out of the cribbage board on which he was scoring and sat back. He had won the third game.
Its normal register in the Paumotus was 29.90, and it was quite customary to see it vacillate between 29.85 and 30.00, or even 30.05; but to see it as I saw it, down to 29.62, was sufficient to sober the most drunken pearl-buyer that ever incinerated smallpox microbes in Scotch whiskey.
The son of Prince Hinoe, who would have been the King of Tahiti had the dynasty continued to reign, had a dozen chums at a table, oafs from seventeen to twenty, and with the fish course they began to chant. The captain of the Saint Michel was with Woronick, the pearl-buyer, who had made the fearful trip to the Marquesas with him.
But to come back. It was at the end of the week that I happened to glance at the barometer that hung in the cabin companion-way. Its normal register in the Paumotus was 29.90, and it was quite customary to see it vacillate between 29.85 and 30.00, or even 30.05; but to see it, as I saw it, down to 29.62, was sufficient to chill the blood of any pearl-buyer in Oceania.
Jacketed, trousered, and shod, they were: Jerry McMurtrey, the manager; Eddy Little and Jack Andrews, clerks; Captain Stapler, of the recruiting ketch Merry; Darby Shryleton, planter from Tito-Ito; Peter Gee, a half-caste Chinese pearl-buyer who ranged from Ceylon to the Paumotus, and Alfred Deacon, a visitor who had stopped off from the last steamer.
One paid half a franc for it, and it would restore self-respect and interest in one's surroundings when even Tahiti rum failed. "Zat was ze drink I mix for Paul Gauguin, ze peintre sauvage, here before he go to die in les îsles Marquises," remarked Levy, the millionaire pearl-buyer, as he stood by the table to be introduced to me. "Absinthe seul he general' take," said Joseph, the steward.
He used the glasses, and wouldn't believe them. But they did know. Told me afterward they could see it sticking out all over the schooner that I was running her." Deacon ignored him, and returned to the attack on the pearl-buyer. "How do you know from the sound of the anchor that it was this whatever-you-called-him man?" he challenged.
"And I'll back his bet myself for a couple of sovereigns." "Bridge! Who's going to take a hand?" Eddy Little cried impatiently. "Come on, Peter!" "The rest of you play," Deacon said. "He and I are going to play piquet." "I'd prefer bridge," Peter Gee said mildly. "Don't you play piquet?" The pearl-buyer nodded. "Then come on. Maybe I can show I know more about that than I do about anchors."
And by the same token, with Tui Tulifau and the royal army behind me, buck you is just the thing I can and will. You'll pay them fines promptly, or I'll confiscate your vessel. You're not the first. What does that Chink pearl-buyer, Peter Gee, do but slip into harbour, violatin' all regulations an' makin' rough house for the matter of a few paltry fines.
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