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Murphy sat down and held himself by the middle and laughed until the tears ran down his ruddy cheeks, while Matt Peasley joined heartily in the mirth. The unfortunate Mr. MacLean also wept but from other causes, to wit grief and rage. "I'm happy to have you with us again, Mr. MacLean," Matt saluted the second mate. "While your courage and loyalty might be questioned, your ability may not.
The heir to the Ricks millions was still there, as Matt noted with a sudden, strange thrill of satisfaction. "I've waited until your return, Captain Peasley," she said, "to see whether you could dispose of dad's competitor as handily as you disposed of your own that time in Cape Town." Matt blushed and Cappy chuckled.
"Wait, they're after me, Captain; it's the Port Townsend police, and if you let them aboard they'll take me off." "What makes you think so?" demanded Peasley. "Ask them." Turning, the skipper bellowed down the gleaming electric pathway, "Who are you?" "Police! We want to come aboard." "What did I tell you?" cried Emerson. Once more the Captain shouted: "What do you want?"
But a woman's love is selfish sometimes, and I knew that Matt had surrendered, not to me, but to you; though he came across like a sport, he didn't want to, for you'd roweled him and roped him with your love, my dear and, though you do not know it, that's a terrible thing to do to a free-running colt like Matt Peasley.
"I ought to get them pretty cheap," Mr. Hayes admitted. "As you perhaps know, a vessel deteriorates faster when laid up than she does in active service; and an owner will do almost anything to keep her at sea, provided he can make a modest rate of interest on her cost price or present market value." "Naturally," Matt Peasley observed as they rose from the table. He purchased a cigar for Mr.
He hails from my old home town, and he's a mere boy Come in!" The door opened to admit Matt Peasley; and as he paused just inside the entrance, slightly embarrassed at finding himself under the cool scrutiny of the trimmest, most dashing little craft he had ever seen, Miss Florry decided that her father was right. Here, indeed, was a specimen of the genus Homo she had not hitherto seen.
Cappy piped. "Hum-m-m! A ship is good. I bought four; and believe me! they're no skiffs, either. All of them are big foreign-going steel tramps, with lots of speed and power." "Four for half a million dollars?" Matt Peasley cried unbelievingly. "They would have cost anybody else a million and a half; but er well, you see, Matt, I had a stand-in with the right people.
"You said you learned to obey in the navy," Matt suggested. "What's the matter with obeying my last order?" "All right, Matt. I'll obey. But remember, I have given you fair warning. If I move into your cabin to-day, I'll not move out when the relief skipper comes." "I'll take a chance," said Matt Peasley. While the capable Mr.
I shouldn' wonder a mite if Mis' Peasley bought that hat now. She's been kind o' hankerin' arter it, the last two or three times she was in here; but every time she tried it on, she'd say No, 'twas too showy, she guessed. Wal, I do say, you make a gret mistake not goin' into the trade, for you're born to it, that's plain.
Reardon and Captain Murphy are aboard the Panther, receiving medical attention, and will be returned to duty in a few weeks; the Narcissus is proceeding to meet the other ships of our fleet. She will coal them at sea." "Then you've confiscated her cargo?" Matt Peasley demanded. "We should worry about the cargo if they give us back our vessel," Cappy Ricks declared happily.
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