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On the day before the payment was due Kelton took Matt Peasley to luncheon and in the course of the meal he informed Matt, quite casually, that he would be a little late with his check. With two dollars' worth of his genial host's food under his belt, Matt felt that it would be rude, to say the least, if he insisted on settlement; so he said: "Oh, don't worry about that, old man!
Look here, you swing them six in line and march 'em up, and all of ye stamp the rooster instead of the eagle this time, and help me to show Maxim that Frank Pixley's there with the goods, and I'll hand you a five-dollar bill and a full box o' cigars, see?" Pietro nodded and smiled through the darkness. "Stamp that eagle!" he answered, "Eesa all right, Meesa Peasley. Don't you have afraid.
In accordance with an order of the United States District Court I am about to sell, at public auction, to the highest bidder, the Mexican Steamship General Carranza, ex-German Steamship Bavarian, to satisfy the following judgments: Mr. J. Augustus Redell " "Cut it out!" roared Matt Peasley. "We've all read the list of creditors, and you're only gumming up the game. Come down to business Jim."
And so that fellow Murphy stood in with you to work a hocuspocus game on me, eh?" he thundered. "By Godfrey, I'll fire him for it!" and he rushed to the office door, opened it and called to Skinner: "Skinner, Murphy is to be fired. Attend to it." Then he closed the door again and faced Matt Peasley.
Bluestar, San Francisco. Skipper dying sea foreign port unwritten maritime law stipulates mate succeeds. Yankee can sail anything afloat. This my chance. Grant it or insure successor's life. Will throw him overboard on arrival. Peasley. Mr. Skinner promptly carried this defi to Cappy Ricks. "He's a sea-lawyer," Cappy piped angrily. "The scoundrel! The un-mi-ti-ga-ted scoundrel!
"Fire away, my boy," said Cappy amiably, yet with a queer sinking feeling in his vitals, for he did not like the look in Skinner's eye; and something told him there was blood on the moon. "With reference to this rowdy, Peasley, whom you tell me you are going to make port captain "
It appeared that Terence was chief of the Arab, loading grain at Port Costa; so to Port Costa Matt Peasley went to interview him. He found Reardon on deck, enjoying a short pipe and a breath of cool air, and introduced himself. "I understand you were the chief of the Narcissus at one time, Mr. Reardon," Matt began abruptly.
I was given to understand by Captain Peterson that you might offer some slight objection to this arrangement." "Slight objection!" Matt Peasley replied with a rising inflection, and grinned maliciously. The consul had his Yankee sense of humor with him and chuckled as Matt lifted his big body on his toes and stretched both arms lazily. Then Matthew Peasley turned toward All Hands And Feet.
"May I inquire, sir," he said, facing the gentleman who had accompanied All Hands And Feet aboard the Retriever, "who you are and the nature of your business?" "I am the American consul, Mr. Peasley, and I am here at the invitation of Captain Peterson, the master of this ship, to witness the formal transfer of authority from you to him.
I'll have no marine impostors aboard my ship. Where do they ship little boys before the mast, Mr. Peasley?" "On the Grand Banks, sir." "I beg your pardon," said the skipper; "but really I thought you were a Native Son. My father was drowned there thirty years ago." "The Peasleys have all died on the Banks sir," Matt replied, much mollified.
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