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Really, Skinner, I must take more interest in my affairs." "Here's something to sharpen your teeth on, Mr. Ricks," the general manager replied, and presented the cablegram he had been holding for five minutes. Cappy took it and read, thereby becoming aware for the first time, that he had in his employ an individual by the name of Matthew Peasley. Cape Town, February 15, .
Another exhibition of your arrogance, impudence, general bad manners and lack of knowledge of the ethics of your profession will result in prompt dismissal from the service of the Blue Star Navigation Company. Yours, and so on, Alden P. Ricks, President The receipt of Cappy Ricks' letter actually frightened Matt Peasley for about thirty seconds. Then he reread the last paragraph.
Morrow had taken a short cut out of his financial worries, and Matt realized that the tragedy would undoubtedly bring an avalanche of creditors down on the unhappy Kelton and ruin the firm. At any rate, the concern would doubtless go into the hands of a receiver, and Matt Peasley might or might not hope for his in the sweet by and by, according to the amount of salvage reported.
Well, Skinner, life is certainly full of glad surprises," he announced presently, and added "particularly where that man Peasley is concerned. I never did see the beat of that fellow." "May I see his photograph, sir?" Mr. Skinner pleaded. "Certainly," and Cappy passed it to the general manager, who glanced once at it and smiled down whimsically at Cappy. "Yes, I agree with you, Mr.
When he heard of the loss of his five brave boys, 'Oh, he said, 'we can ship some more brave boys 'Oh, he said, 'we can ship some more." Cappy winked slyly at his daughter, but she did not see the wink. She had eyes for nobody but Matt Peasley, for he was a brand-new note in her life. They were half through luncheon before Florry discovered the exact nature of this fascinating new note.
Immediately after supper the cook followed the second mate; but, since the former was a Jap and probably the worst marine cook in the world, his departure occasioned no heartache. "We'll board at the mill cook-house until we're loaded, Mike," Matt Peasley informed the mate. "They have a good Chink up there." Mr. Murphy sighed as he loaded his pipe and struck a match for it.
Harump-h-h-h! Take telegram: 'Captain Matthew Peasley, care Rainier Mill and Lumber Company, Tacoma, Washington. You're fired! Ricks. Ahem! Huh! Har-ump! Take 'nother telegram: 'Mr.
Consequently, though you two boys own a nice little block of stock in the Blue Star Navigation Company, you don't own a red cent in the Alden M. Peasley, because she doesn't belong to the Blue Star Navigation Company, but to the president emeritus thereof.
There's no sense in worrying poor Skinner until his worries are due, and when I send a Blue Star schooner to load your cargo for Sobre Vista I'm going to have to fight him and my son-in-law, Matt Peasley. But leave it to me, Gus. I'll guarantee the tonnage." "This is certainly wonderful," the grateful Redell observed. "Thank you, Cappy.
Eventually, however, the Quickstep tied up at the wharf in San Francisco, and the minute she was fast Matt Peasley, his accounts all made up to date and his clothes and personal effects packed, sprang out on the dock. "There's your ship, Skinner," he called to the general manager. "I'm through." And he hastened away to the Blue Star office to settle up with the cashier, while Mr.
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